o there we were siting on a log in the woods enjoying the first sunny day in what seemed like years. My friend had just broke his ankle when a feeble attempt of surfing down a rocky slope on a sled went horribly wrong. Instead of going to the hospital he had insisted on smoking two blunts. so there we were sitting on log in the woods tending to my friends wounds when he began to turn white, fading in and out of consciousness. Then it happened. My other friend had
death in the woods
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by one-love
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