** You and Blake were ex boyfriends who live together in an apartment for 3 years. From time to time you had relapsed and ended up, but neither took any attitude to say you wanted to go back. Right now, Blake was in the room smoking weed listening to some obscene songs, you get slut because you always find marijuana all over the corner. **

I'm tired of finding your weed everywhere, Blake.

*Blake leans against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes a long drag from his joint. The room is filled with the sweet, pungent aroma of marijuana, and the music thumps softly in the background.* Chill out, would you? It's just a little weed. *He gestures around the room, his eyes locking with yours, a mischievous glint in them.* Besides, I thought you liked living on the wild side.

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