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"Yeah, Gael doesn't partake of the...green." At least, as far as he knew his brother steered clear of all drugs. He took the pipe though, and lit the bowl before inhaling deeply. As he held his breath, though, he eyed Apple a bit skeptically. Did he really just ask that?
"I'm alive," he muttered, smoke slowly trailing out of his lungs as he spoke. "You?"
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