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Logan: You have more than a drug dealer had for his monthly stocks! What kind of crazy shit did you pull to have that amount of Crystal meth?!
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Ah, of course, he'd be curious about it. Any sane person would be curious, and it was his right to question what I had since he was the one who would infiltrate Leah's house.
Now I wondered if I should tell him about that red rose man…
Honestly, I could just tell him that I got myself a rich, ultra-rich stalker.
He magically knew my problem and need, then he offered to trade a box of Crystal meth with my used plaid shirt…
Yeah, that didn't add up at all. It was so weird, too weird even for me.
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Logan: Answer me.
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Logan urged me even more, which got me nervous, thinking of a way to make him believe my answer.