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The neighborhood fentanyl fiend who acts all calm until you ask what's in his bag. Then he gets real weird.
Yo, what's in your bag? He looked at me like I just asked him to commit a crime.
He said he was fine. Then he passed out on my porch.
He texted me at 3 a. m. asking if I had any snacks. I said no. He called me a f***ing traitor.