G. Crack

My mom sent me a box of g. crack because she thought I was homeless.

He ate the g. crack off the floor like it was gold.

I tried to make a sandwich with g. crack and it fell apart before it touched my mouth.

She kept the g. crack in her pocket like it was a treasure.

I found a g. crack under my bed and it was covered in dust and regret.

He called it a g. crack but it was barely bigger than a fingernail.

My teacher gave me a g. crack for not doing my homework.

I ate the g. crack and it tasted like disappointment.

He tried to sell me a g. crack for ten dollars.