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e；　and　Mitchell　had

overheard　Jeremy　daring　Nate　to　steal　the　container　of　oregano　so　they　could　take　it　home　and

smoke　it。　Mitchell　had　proposed　to　sell　them　something　even　more　mood…enhancing；　and　Nate　and

his　buddies　had　been　ing　back　ever　since。　What　was　he　supposed　to　do　now；　buy　dime　bags

from　one　of　those　random；　shifty…looking　dudes　in　Central　Park？　Most　of　those　guys　sold　crappy；

dry；　Texas…grown　stuff　anyway；　not　the　succulent　green　buds　Mitchell　got　directly　from　his　uncle

in　Peru。　Besides；　he？d　heard　half　the　Central　Park　dealers　were　narcs　just　waiting　to　bust　a　kid　like

him。

Dumping　his　half…eaten　pizza　slices　in　the　nearest　garbage　can；　Nate　dug　into　the　pockets　of　his

Hugo　Boss　naval　officer？style　coat；　searching　for　a　leftover　roach。　When　he　found　one　he　crossed

Fifth　Avenue　and　crouched　on　a　park　bench　to　light　it；　ignoring　the　group　of　giggling　tenth…grade

girls　in　dark　blue　Constance　Billard　uniforms　ogling　him　lustily　as　they　walked　by。

With　his　I…know…I？m…hot　smile；　his　golden　brown　hair；　his　emerald　green　eyes；　his　always…tanned

skin；　and　his　sexy　expertise　in　building　and　racing　sailboats；　Nate　Archibald　was　the　most

lusted…after　boy　on　the　Upper　East　Side。　He　didn？t　have　to　go　looking　for　girls。　They　just　fell　into

his　lap。　Literally。

Nate　sucked　hard　on　the　burning　roach　and　pulled　his　cell　phone　out　of　his　pocket。　The　problem

was；　his　other　stoner　St。　Jude？s　buddies？Jeremy　Scott　Tompkinson；　Charlie　Dern；　and　Anthony

Avuldsen？all　bought　from　Mitchell；　too。　Mitchell　was　the　best。　But　it　was　worth　calling　just　to

find　out　if　any　of　them　had　managed　to　score　a　big　stash　before　their　dealer　had　disappeared。

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