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Long ago, I had some stoners as room mates. Well, only one of them was officially my roommate, the others were his friends, but that's besides the point. They were always there, anyway. Four guys and a girl, Inger-Mari. Unwashed blonde hair, loony green eyes, didn't seem to speak english whenever she was high. I didn't understand how that worked, but she seemed to understand english perfectly well, she just answered in Icelandic, Estonian or whatever the hell it was that she spoke.

The guys seemed to keep her around as sort of a novelty, an exotic pet more than a human being and an equal member of the group. They were good people and all, I don't question that, but she didn't really seem to be all there. She tended to always sit on one of the guys' laps or otherwise cuddle one, usually the fat guy for obvious comfort, and just stare at nothing obviously stoned out of her mind. That, or given a pen she was doodling flowers and birds on any free piece of paper available. If I happened to sit with them for long enough, she got up and huddled to me, starting to braid my glorious long metalhead hair. I tried to stop her once but she seemed so upset about it, like a child forbidden an amazing new toy, that the guys just told me to let her.

Either way they collected at our place every once in a while for a few hours or a few weeks, depending on a lot of things. This went on for pretty much a full year, until one day I noticed the four guys sitting in our living room, without Inger-Mari. They seemed as normal, but she never showed up anymore. My roommate was away more often, and the guys showed up at our place less and less, until they never smoked at our place anymore. The fact that she'd have liked me had been pretty much a running gag with them, but I never managed to ask where she'd gone. My roommate finished school and moved to a new city for search of a job.
I still find little braids in my hair when I wake up in the mornings.

Description
Long ago, I had some stoners as room mates. Well, only one of them was officially my roommate, the others were his friends, but that's besides the point. They were always there, anyway. Four guys and a girl, Inger-Mari. Unwashed blonde hair, loony green eyes, didn't seem to speak english whenever she was high. I didn't understand how that worked, but she seemed to understand english perfectly well, she just answered in Icelandic, Estonian or whatever the hell it was that she spoke.

The guys seemed to keep her around as sort of a novelty, an exotic pet more than a human being and an equal member of the group. They were good people and all, I don't question that, but she didn't really seem to be all there. She tended to always sit on one of the guys' laps or otherwise cuddle one, usually the fat guy for obvious comfort, and just stare at nothing obviously stoned out of her mind. That, or given a pen she was doodling flowers and birds on any free piece of paper available. If I happened to sit with them for long enough, she got up and huddled to me, starting to braid my glorious long metalhead hair. I tried to stop her once but she seemed so upset about it, like a child forbidden an amazing new toy, that the guys just told me to let her.

Either way they collected at our place every once in a while for a few hours or a few weeks, depending on a lot of things. This went on for pretty much a full year, until one day I noticed the four guys sitting in our living room, without Inger-Mari. They seemed as normal, but she never showed up anymore. My roommate was away more often, and the guys showed up at our place less and less, until they never smoked at our place anymore. The fact that she'd have liked me had been pretty much a running gag with them, but I never managed to ask where she'd gone. My roommate finished school and moved to a new city for search of a job.
I still find little braids in my hair when I wake up in the mornings.