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”Hemp” What a fine word.. A package in a pocket and a pipette in a drugstore heat my soul... Perfect. And how do you concern to this amusing piece? I’m writing the letter. … promised a week ago, probably,  I ‘m at the office, has raked a little with papers, & my life has become more free, but not easier. Since morning all is unpleasant up to horror - translation of hours affects, I can not get used in any way, and weather, glory to the Allah, became warmer, but the rain … … the ice, from above on which  one meter of dirty water, and the joyful drivers valiantly passing on the most tasty pools, pour over passers-by this water. In general it is all like that. To all other, the most unpleasant-it somewhere to go in such weather- with public transport, tired faces of people, all around grey with white … .So I’m smoking … . cigarettes and not only them, I feel  bad. Has particularly started in the autumn, all after Hemp is  just fine, improbable sensations, bright paints, flavoring perception becomes aggravated up to impossibility … But.. Something is wrong.. Frightens this joyful feeling & my attitude to everything is so pleasant…. To me the girl-friend has told … " you as the child who is for the first time in the city have left on her own.. I am frightened with the expression on your face.. Gather.. "

& your attitude to this stuff?