"Okay, what the fuck was that?"Â Mason asked while cracking a cigar down the
middle. There was about a gram of weed broken up into small buds sitting inside
a twenty dollar bill. Mason dumped the tobacco out of the cigar into his hand,
rolled down the window, and threw it out the window. He rolled the window
back up and looked over at Po.
Po seemed to be in his own little world. He did not seemed effected by Mason's …
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