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Ava recognized the café Mat took her to. It was called the Stoned Fruit and advertised CBD-infused cold brew and hemp milk. Small tables were in minor disarray, and Ava spotted a few of STÄDA’s Nurturing Planters supporting viny, billowing plants over the counter. It smelled like toast. They claimed an empty table on the patio, under which both dogs started snoozing. Mat ordered himself a hemp-butter croissant and Ava ordered hemp-butter eggs and hempseed toast.
‘Are these going to get me high?’ Ava said, prodding the eggs with her fork.
‘That would be amazing, but unfortunately, no,’ Mat said.
A low jazz melody made its way to the patio. Ava recognized it instantly, and a wave of nostalgia crashed over her. Her parents’ jazz band used to cover it. ‘I love this song,’ she said.
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