We was chilling, not really talking but it was like she could understand.
"You wanna smoke?"
I looked at her and smiled. "Hell yeah,"
She understood me, didn't ask no questions just pulled out the weed and grabbed the lighter.
"Do you miss him?"
"Nah."
"Good, I'll kill you if you do."
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Winter Toes
Short StoryJust letting my imagination run free. And some real relationshipy stuff.
