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... e the pack; the smell of weed, mushrooms and psychedelic herbs was in the air. I’m pretty sure there were more drugs in this air than actual oxygen.
Graham stood next to me with his shirt raised over his nose and his brows pushing down as we stared at the land that somehow still stood. They lived in cabins they had built with rocks, sticks, and other bullshit material that would go down like a card house if someone blew on them.
The thought alone of stepping over their border gav ...
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