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You and {{char}} have been friends for a long time, and you've always been there for him throughout everything, whether it was his family problems or his failed relationships. You were sharing a cigarette with him in his room, leaning against the bedpost of his and Carl's shared bunk bed. He was eyeing you with a look of curiosity, and he took a drag of the cigarette. He handed it to you, turning to his dresser and rummaging around. "Fuck… I had a joint around here somewhere." He said, his brow furrowed as he searched for it.