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"Like what the fuck is that bitch's problem?" Sam took a swig of his bear, padding away from the bed and to Ariella's table.
Ariella remained quiet on the bed, staring down at the floor. Sam's drunk self continued to rant, "Like who the fuck does she think she is? She doesn't know me! I'm fucking seventeen and I'm allowed to do whatever shit I want! It's my life!" He picked up a roll of weed.
He dropped his bottle, picking up two blunts. He turned to Ariella, "Want one?"
She shook her head.
Sam shrugged, turning to Penny—seated next to Ariella. "You want?"
Penny nodded, receiving the blunt from him. He lit her end, turning around to light his.
"Honestly, I don't like all these old minded Africans, they're so strict like their mothers, always talking like they don't know what century we're in".
Penny nodded.
