smoke in the night.Anyone who looked at her saw she was young. Too young to have a cigarette pursed in her lips. Too young to have such old eyes. Too young to have such a tired, worn body. Fourteen, in fact. Fourteen years young, yet so much more old.smoke in the night.
She took a long breath, feeling the smoke lacing up from her lungs to her tongue. She held it in, savoring the taste of the fire that was killing her. She wasn't addicted, although she knew she could be. Should be. But she had quit before, for long periods of time each time. She had no need for the nicotine, it could easily be fought with caffeine and excessive gum chewing. No, she was not addi
moi?
So, this is a subject.
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REX CREATIVES INSTINCT
by Raja Siregar
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i through a very haaaaaaaard time for sure
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obłąkany boży klaun!
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