Image by Christopher Hsia. Used with permission.
Randy hovered above the stash, one knee on the floor, the other propping his chest as he leaned forward in a trance, his mad black hair lit up in the golden sun and now masking his face. As much as having it there in the trailer felt like playing with hell fire should Mom or Jesus find us, I knelt there too.
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