I have a very funny datura story.... my best friend ate some in the attic of her arts college. She has no recollection of the events that followed. Somehow she made it home to her parents house, who sent her to the shop for milk. She went 3 times but returned without it, on which point her mother knew she was on something and sent her to bed. An hour later she dressed and got up for school.. at 10pm. Needless to say she left it alone after that.

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