As Devin leaves his apartment building and trudges the dimly lit sidewalk, the weight of his half-imagined conversation with Shakti lingered in his mind. "Was that a dream 'cause it seemed real as fuck. Maybe I'm really losing it." He thought.
He hit the blunt hard then inhaled deeply, letting the pungent aroma fill his lungs. It momentarily soothed the chaos of his mind.

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