//twenty two//
“ Hello?”
“ Issac?”
“ Yes.”
“ Where on earth have you been, you may be 18 but that certainly does not give you a reason to leave your family behind, you’re mother...she’s..”
“ she’s what?”
“ They say she only has so much time.”
“ How much?”
“ Issac.”
“ How much Aunt Helen?”
“ This will be her last month before they take her off Life support.”
“...”
“ Issac?”
“ It’s Ash.”
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Coffee And Cigarettes
PoetryHe was a boy who liked smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. She was a girl who liked the smell.
