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"You got the goods?" He looked at me, desperation in his eyes. By god I pitied him. "Yeah" I looked over his shoulder to make sure no-one was following him. He was one of my regulars but you never know. "Potent?" "Of course, isn't my stuff always" He started shuffling about, afraid he wasn't going to get his fix. "Yeah, yeah, of course..." "Relax" I showed him the zip-lock bag. "I had to swim over from Cuba to get this" Okay, maybe I took a boat, but it was dangerous non-the less. "Sweet, grumpy cat! Aww..." I left him, I never liked seeing them get high.