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There was a party.  She walked in and looked around. She saw seas of people, bottles and bottles of ***** people holding one of their nostrils closed and sniffing fine white powder from a coffee table, smoke everywhere, cigarettes dangling from peoples' mouths, people in a circle passing a joint of marijuana between fingers, girls sitting on boys' laps, girls on girls', mouths on mouths, hands touching everywhere. She decided that the party was not for her, after all, she was depressed.   She walked home, smelling of cigarettes and sadness.
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
Cigarettes and Sadness
There was a party.  She walked in and looked around. She saw seas of people, bottles and bottles of ***** people holding one of their nostrils closed and sniffing fine white powder from a coffee table, smoke everywhere, cigarettes dangling from peoples' mouths, people in a circle passing a joint of marijuana between fingers, girls sitting on boys' laps, girls on girls', mouths on mouths, hands touching everywhere. She decided that the party was not for her, after all, she was depressed.   She walked home, smelling of cigarettes and sadness.
#cigarettes #sadness #party #girls #boys ***** ******* #marijuana **** *** #people #home #walking #kissing #goodbye
emma-whittle
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
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