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I first met kero when he and plt were doing some court ordered re-hab. I wasn't in re-hab. I was on the corner slinging dope to the freshly fiending addicts. Plt was off pretty quick as he had to go, uh, "work out" with a prison buddy. (?) Last time I saw, kero was crawling around on the sidewalk scrutinizing every pebble and piece of lint mumbling "Is this flea powder? Wait, is that flea powder? Ooh, flea powder??"
It was sad.
I sold kero some ground up tic tacs...
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