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Apr 2014
She took a long drag from the small killing machine. Feeling the burning in her lungs, she released the small puff of smoke. She closed her eyes feeling the cool fall air whip across her face causing goose bumps to rise. Her head fell back hitting the brick wall, she stared across the alley way to see the love of her life standing adjacent to her. She watched him take a drag and release the addicting drug. She slowly walked over standing in front of him, she leaned closer and removed the small space between them by capturing his lips in hers. They pulled away breathless, she smiled thinking about their dumb teenage love. He whispered "We're misfits babe".

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Mackenzie hart
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Mackenzie hart  Neverland
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