'Why do you lock your door, Clay?'
I turn around. 'Because you both stole a quarter gram of cocaine from me the last time I left my door open. That's why.'
My sisters don't say anything.
When we get home, my younger sister finally tells me, out by the pool, 'That's bullshit. I can get my own cocaine.'
— Oct 13, 2026 10:30PM
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