She opened it and sprinkled something onto a hand mirror. A pure white powder. She divided it in half, stuck a short straw up one nostril and snorted the powder.

"Cocaine?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, "it's way better than beer. Try some." She pushed it towards me. "Go on, it won't hurt you."

I should have said no. But I just stared at that innocent-looking white powder and said nothing.

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Excerpted from No Problem by Dayle Campbell Gaetz
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