

The Cigar's AshesA cold night, blackened by the premature sunsets that accompany winter. That is how these things always start. Her frigid fingers clenched at shreds of warmth in her coat pockets. She didn't mind though. The cold is better than the tedious work she needed to do before class tomorrow morning. Small clouds of her breath rose away into the night, mixing with the thick smoke of her cigar. She stared at the reflection of the moon in the water so still she wonders if it's dead. It was as close to silent as a city will ever get.The Cigar's Ashes
Taking a deep puff of her cigar, she let herself get lost in the flavor and texture of the smoke.
Really appreciate the
Conzz
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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I love you long time.
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"Nie ma tak dobrze, rrrrobaczku..."
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I love you long time.
Kill it.
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Profit!
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