The woman in green was narrating a story. Some story.
You were high but aware; that's one of the things that annoyed you about yourself. She must be a nice person. Her friends seem to pay attention. One of them seems hot.
She says she's got a song for everyone in the room. She stops at you second. She says something you can't follow. They'd assumed you were stoned. But others' reek isn't a problem of intoxication. They can't be expected to know that. They seem like happy people.
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