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- Smoke at storywrite
She took a drag of her cigarette. It was cool. Warm but cool. And soothing. Smoke seeped out her nostrils. She tapped the white cylinder, sending black snowflakes to the ground - The First Day of Winter Break/ Christmas at storywrite
So here I am again. Treading the same dark blue water, listening to the same overly sentimental love songs. Three years ago I barely ever listend to music. Now I get trapped in - Boy 2 at storywrite
Of course I knew what would happen. Deep down, I knew I wouldn't be closing the phone to elation or the answer yes.
It was between Thursday and Friday. He was on the other s
