“Not much of a lock” Harry said as he appraised the doors, “I think we could get in there, no problem.” Harry and Joe needed a place where they wouldn’t be observed. This abandoned church would be perfect. No one would be looking for teenagers there.
The two boys ran back home to get their dad’s bolt cutters. Fifteen minutes later they stepped inside the old church doors. Trash and old rotted pews met their gaze as they shoved some wooden pieces together for a seat.
Harry reached in his back pocket, pulled out the reefer, and lit up.
The Bag Lady 
LOL You would have done it whether you found the cutters or not.
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You see if the Dad didn’t own bolt cutter, the kids wouldn’t have become pot heads..
Nice short tale.
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Let me guess, your dad did have bolt cutters…..😂
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I was a bad lad, they were my cutters.
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