7rings: sheila

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She glances to the side. ]

—Look over there!

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[stupidly enough

it works

and she whips her head to the side, confused.]

What—?

[You have a second to react, Yuel.]

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[ VICTORY

She furiously puts the joint to her mouth except she's not entirely sure what to do so she just inhales and

Ends up hacking a cough. ]

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[In a couple of minutes, Sheila will think this is exactly what Yuel deserves.

But right now? There is just a sharp spike of alarm as she whips around to face her again.]

—Oh my god, Yuel! Are you dying?!

[IMMEDIATELY DARTING OVER TO HER, FRETTING.]

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[ WOW Sheila is so kind and considerate...

So Yuel doesn't bother lying: ] I smoked the pot!!

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Oh my— I told you!

[SO DISAPPOINTED.]

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It can't be that bad if yer husband does it!

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My husband knows what he's doing and, therefore, never chokes on a joint.

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And you don't smoke?

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Nope. It's not my thing.

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What do ya do to relax then?

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I garden? I have a healthy discussion about my feelings. I clean. The usual stuff.