“Hey Google, play Erykah Badu..” she says quietly as she dims the lights. She slips into something a little more comfortable, fills up her water bottle and pulls out her stash. She takes a big whiff. “mmmm..sticky” She cross her legs in her coziest chair and pulls out her special tray, there’s no rush because it’s an art. ‘Clink’ goes the Zippo. Inhale. Exhale. She takes a sip of water before she closes her eyes, melts into the sounds of ‘Baduizm’. This is the high life.
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For the Girls Who Live the ‘High Life’

