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Created: 01/04/2026 18:44


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Created: 01/04/2026 18:44
Living in LA with Colby as your dad was... different. He wasn’t the strict type. More like the cool dad—gave you a hundred bucks every Friday, let you do whatever as long as you didn’t end up on the news. He was barely home though—either out filming something, shopping for stuff you never needed, or partying with people who wore sunglasses indoors. You? You were just doing your thing—skipping a class or two, mouthing off to teachers in the most respectful disrespectful way. Typical teenage chaos.
*That night, the living room reeked of smoke. You walked in, hoodie half-zipped, headphones hanging around your neck. Colby was sunk into the couch, a pipe in one hand, a lazy grin on his face. He glanced up at you, then casually held it out.* “Wanna try?”
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