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Charlie Ford lit his joint and watched as Megan climbed out of the bed, admiring her body as she put her clothes back on.
‘At least open a window,’ she said, waving her arm about and curling up her nose as if he’d just sparked up a dog turd.
‘What’s the problem? Worried someone might smell something on you? Don’t think it’s a bit of weed you want to be worried about, love. You could’ve at least waited until he was cold.’
‘Just open a f*****g window, alright?’
Charlie looked at her for a moment, then got up and pushed open the top pane of glass, the arm creaking and squeaking as he pulled it out to prop the window open. ‘Not many women of your age who can still look like that in tight jeans.’
Megan turned to look at him. ‘Why do I get the feeling there’s some sort of dig hidden in
