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your roughened fingers, black with the work of a man, twist and roll a cigarette. your eyes flick from it to me and as you light it, you inhale that long first drag. i smile and wait my turn.
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
in the cabin
your roughened fingers, black with the work of a man, twist and roll a cigarette. your eyes flick from it to me and as you light it, you inhale that long first drag. i smile and wait my turn.
emily-reardon
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
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