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I found a needle at my local beach yesterday. While you might not grab lunch in a homeless encampment in NYC, here you get so used to doing ratchet shit that I genuinely didn't think much of it when I invited mom for a picnic in the shade of the homeless encampment. It SEEMED like a safe alternative to the stray dog encampment that the other shaded area had become. That was until we found the needle in the sandstack. Not unlike your friend, mom offered up that they might have simply been shooting insulin.

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