Bing completed his first medical marijuana purchase, exiting with a rich sample of strains and edibles to try.
As he left, he thanked Ten, the two receptionists, and the laidback guard outside, even treating each to a silly grin and wave.
The white paper bag folded neatly under his arm carried a hint of the captivating smell like a beacon back to its lair.
Shielding his eyes from the blinding sun as he strutted back to his car, Bing felt about as loose and relaxed as Ten had seemed.
He considered Ten’s comment about spiritual experiences.
Though Bing would never see Ten again, the small man’s calm words and demeanor would never be too far from his mind.
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