"Hey, how much for a three-finger bag?"

Somehow, by virtue of being my father's daughter, controversy erupts around me. No, it's not marijuana that I have, carried out in the open in a giant ziploc bag. It is spearmint and peppermint.

The administration has yet to take notice of my minty-fresh breath and so forth. It would probably be rather more obvious should I have quickly shoved it into my bag. Spearmint and peppermint have a distinctive fragrance, which should be rather obvious within a five-seat radius.

"Spearmint. Suuuuuuuuuuure," said the guy who'd asked me what my prices were.

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