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Years ago I was living in Houston, Opened the front door, saw cops every where, closed it real quick, ran to my roomie and told him to get rid of all the pot. Ran back to the front door and went outside, turned out the guy next door had been killed in his sleep. I used every excuse I could to get away from the cop and go stop my roomie. Luckily he never woke up. The stash was safe.
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