"Thomas, fifteen, kicked his feet anxiously beneath the glove
box in the passenger’s seat of David’s car. He was uneasy, to say the least, as
David was taking him to meet a friend—a friend who could sell them weed.
Thomas had never even seen the drug before, let alone smoked it, but having
spent most of his life in the pristine care of a protective mother, he was
ready to experience something new. Unbeknownst to him, this was the first of
many adventures in which, at the hands of Frank, he would experience something truly different."
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