"do you have a cigarette?" carmen asked.
"i don't smoke."
"you're boring."
"you're too daring."
"and that's a bad thing?" she snorted.
"well not really, but don't you ever get scared?"
"oh i do. but that's why it's fun."
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Carmen
Teen Fictionhair as gold as sunshine, lips as red as wine. in a city so hateful, carmen was a girl everyone admired. copyright ©2015 by jasmin p. || short story || lower case intended
