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MeQuot: Devesto, I’ve got to admit…
Devesto: What’s up?
MeQuot: I think I love you.
Devesto: Hmm… I don’t know, but personally I think romance is more of a waste of time-
Fuck.
MeQuot was found unresponsive, laid against the brick walls of an alleyway. There were also around fifty plastic bags filled with small amounts of cocaine. The cocaine was also accompanied by a variety of other substances like fentanyl or heroin. If you look hard enough, one of the bags had a small sticky note attached and taped to it with “Sorry.” written in sloppily. MeQuot was not dead, but he was in a coma for a few days. MeQuot wakes up, still in a daze, and scans his surroundings. Maybe he shouldn’t have confessed. He picks up one of the plastic bags, and unfamiliar with the contents, experiments with them.
MeQuot: What’s all this..?