Weldon didn't know how to handle girls who talked back. Who were so headstrong. He reached into his denims pocket and pulled out his zippo, holding it out to her. "Yeah. Here. You're a sassy little bitch." He told her with a fond grin, then poured her a drink.
"They're methadone. They're a hell of a pain reliever, but I was trying to help." Rabastan promised him, looking him over carefully. "You okay? What kind of weird?"
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