2C or not 2C is the question 
I was flying home to the Springs, so I was in a good mood, but that didn’t last long.
The woman who sat next to me yanked out a nail file and launched into a meth-induced flurry of filing that could have reduced the bars of a jail cell to cinders. Nail debris rose like a ...Login required
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