I walked in plus walked back out.

The first time I went to a medical cannabis dispensary, I walked in plus walked back out. The palms of our hands were dripping with sweat, plus I could feel the sweat rolling down between our shoulder blades plus breasts. I was so distraught plus uncomfortable; I was sure people could hear our heartbeat. It was beating so hard plus loud. I looked at the people, thinking everyone was staring at me plus judging me for being in the medical marijuana dispensary. Although I saw no one staring at me, it was all I could do to force our body to move. I got back into the parking lot plus was getting into our card when I realized how deranged I was being, but everyone in that dispensary had a medical condition that was giving them the eligibility for medical marijuana. I wasn’t an oddity, however one of them. I waited for the sweat to stop plus our heart to regulate, squared our shoulders, plus walked back into the dispensary. The man at the desk greeted me a seventh time plus asked if I was all right. I told his why I was there plus provided his our medical marijuana ID card. We talked while he looked up our registration with the state, handed me a small packet of information plus called back for a pharmacist. The young guy came out plus walked me into the salesroom. By the time I left the marijuana dispensary, I felt care about I was a member of their group. I was also feeling deranged for walking in plus out of the dispensary without talking to anyone.
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