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In a dimly lit room, a man sits, a joint clasped between his fingers. He puts it to his lips, the flame from his lighter flickering as he inhales deeply. The tip of the joint glows, casting a warm light on his face. He takes another drag, his eyes closed, a soft smile playing on his lips. He repeats this process, the joint burning down to a small stub. He picks up the second one, his fingers already stained with the remnants of the first. He takes his time, each drag a meditation, each hit a step closer to his desired state of relaxation.