The other evening, I was feeling sad and lonely after my two children headed off with their respective fathers for the holidays, a major downfall of shared custody. I decided to get high and pass out for the night, even though it was 7:12 pm.
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I didn’t realize how stoned I got until the next morning, when I woke up cuddling my son’s favourite stuffed animal, and using my daughter’s favourite stuffed animal as a pillow. I don’t remember bringing these stuffed animals into my bedroom, which would have been fine, if that was the worst I had done in my holi-daze state.
It was way
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