Imaginary Stash Sniffing

As my boss droned on my mind wandered, though I was careful to ensure that I kept the appearance of listening by avoiding staring into space and nodding occasionally. But internally I was at home, unscrewing the purple lid from the clear plastic pot that I use to store ground weed, inserting my nose and taking deep inhales of its rich terpene aroma.

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