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Driving home all he could think about was the stash he just scored. He could smell it smelled strong. But shit if he got pulled over right now he’d be in shit. Fuck it, its all just in his head just drive. He glanced to the right and saw what looked to be a lone hitchhiker. Shivering with a thumb, that is all he could make out with the big jacket they were wearing.
“Hell, Why not” tossing his stash in the glove box
As he clicks the right blinker on his Bavarian auto
“Maybe they’ll be Cool, shit its good karma”
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