"why do you smoke?"
"same reason you moan."
"cause you can't help it?"
"exactly."
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the smell of smoke on his skin was something I could get used to. that is if he'd let me.
"why do you smoke?"
"same reason you moan."
"cause you can't help it?"
"exactly."
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the smell of smoke on his skin was something I could get used to. that is if he'd let me.
" stop smoking " he grabbed the cigarette i was about to light and threw it onto the ground.
" but you smoke too, what's your fucking logic? "
" there's something better than fucking nicotine "
" oh...