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she held the cigarette between her index finger as if she was pointing towards her next foreseeable victim, but shortly it was blown out, the remaining ashes lit at the end of her tip. her cardamom eyes simmered, square but foundational, a million could love her.
here’s what I wrote from a long time ago, and i am still unsure what to title it
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celeste  21/F
(21/F)   
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   Ian
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