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they told me she thought


they told me she thought she was on a boat.

and they made me think she died. 

those two things are unrelated but i'm not good at putting things into order

or telling stories. 

as many people have told me. 

they have no point. 

no climax. 

why even tell it? 

so, i thought she died. 

because they said she didn't make it to the next day. 

he meant that she was still high the following day. 

i thought she passed. 

but sandra cut in and said that people don't die from weed. 

and it hit me. 

i had nothing to fear. 

i think that's the point. 

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