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"Do you smoke?" you asked as you let a gray cloud drift away from your mouth. "No" I said quetly, ashamed that you might think I wasn't cool. I avoided giving you that speech about dying soon. You stayed quiet and inhaled from that toxic stick one last time and pressed your lips gently onto mine. I tasted the Marlboro's on your tongue and became addicted to smoking from your kiss.
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
Cigarretes.
"Do you smoke?" you asked as you let a gray cloud drift away from your mouth. "No" I said quetly, ashamed that you might think I wasn't cool. I avoided giving you that speech about dying soon. You stayed quiet and inhaled from that toxic stick one last time and pressed your lips gently onto mine. I tasted the Marlboro's on your tongue and became addicted to smoking from your kiss.
camila
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
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