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"No. Not really." He turned his head a bit to the side in thought. "Mom tried to get me into sports 'cause she thought it would mellow me out, or at least burn off some of the extra energy, but I was never really into it."
"I'm more into music and art." He didn't want to say he was an artist because that just sounded pretentious, but it was really the only thing he was into. "And you know, drugs and art kinda go hand in hand. Dunno why, but they do. Tried it and liked it. One day I'll probably stop, be too old or some junk like that."
Then he was beaming like a fool because she hadn't flipped his hand off and she had even moved a little closer. "I could probably see a way to make that happen."
"I'm more into music and art." He didn't want to say he was an artist because that just sounded pretentious, but it was really the only thing he was into. "And you know, drugs and art kinda go hand in hand. Dunno why, but they do. Tried it and liked it. One day I'll probably stop, be too old or some junk like that."
Then he was beaming like a fool because she hadn't flipped his hand off and she had even moved a little closer. "I could probably see a way to make that happen."