Ladurée
A way rich kids say they smoke pot. It's just green stuff in a fancy box. But if it's in Paris, it's magic.
He said he had Ladurée. I said I had a pack of smokes. He still thinks he's better than me.
My sister took a bite of Ladurée and cried. I took a bite and laughed.
They sell Ladurée in Paris. I sell it in the back of my mom’s car.