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COLTON
I straightened, not sure what else to do to make it look like I’d just filled my nose with cocaine. Having no clue, I stayed put with my body between the drugs and the two people behind me. “That’s some good s**t,” I said, using an old, rusted razor blade to scrape what remained on the glass from his prior uses into a thin line. “Gotta get me more of this.”
Turning, I found both Peter and Madeline eyeing me. He craned to peer around me to see how much I’d left him.
She frowned at me, her eyes troubled.
I winked again, shaking my head the slightest bit.
She visibly relaxed.
“Get your sweet backside over here,” I told Peter, holding out the cut piece of straw he must’ve used to snort with. The thing hadn’t come anywhere near my nose, but he would never know that. “Finish thi
