CALIFORNIA SOBER
Jace counted the bills again, knowing it would still be a thousand even, but doing it anyway because touching money felt good. Twenties mostly, some tens, a few crumpled fives that smelled like cigarettes and defeat. Three months of dealing dime bags to the losers at Pine Ridge Mobile Home Park, and this was what he had to show for it.
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