Introduction

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Your skin tastes
like candies rolled
through my ghetto.

Her eyes wandered down the guy landing at his hands, fast moving as if they were tailoring. "I cannot decide, my dear, you have to know what you wanna smoke..." His politeness made her struggle even more. She had to decide... it'll be a long night, the faster she reaches Betty the better: "I take the menthol ones, not the thin one, gimme Marlboro, and also some big papers, cheapest you got..." - "All same price, sugar... I give ya the common."

As he took the stuff out of dusty boards, turning himself around his axis, Sue felt something going on in her mind, but she couldn't catch it, university was just to present in her head. "Always share the pot!", he said handing out the smoking equipment smiling like a chocolate cookie. "And what's the plan for tonight? Any dates?" Wow, this was direct, but mainly a quote, she thought looking at that tall man of about 30 years, usually made by someone working at a lateshop a dozen times a day. He has to talk to many people, thats his job, may he have nice hands...

"Nothing, just visiting a friend, maybe go clubbing, you know, I finished university finally." Seems this guy's talkative technic works at me, nah... "Maybe we visit the Bunker..." A loud laughter came over his thick lips. "Why do you laugh about me?", she asked instantly. "Hahaha, it's not because of you, it's just I know some people in that hellhole of the night, maybe we see there tonight."

"Maybe...", she replied slightly insecure: "Just don't chat on me in club. If I go there, I just will dance. Ok?" - "Haha, that's cool for me, have a nice eve! And take a look around here some day, we are always there for our customers." Without saying goodbye she left. "I am not used to that social games no more, goddam weeks of learning...", she thought forgetting her meetup as soon as it had happened. "I will be happy if the joint is burning and Betty opened vine", Sue thought. She didn't know yet, how this tall guy named Jerry would cross her way again that night.

I work here to gather
Informations about
Your life's beauty.

I work here to gatherInformations about Your life's beauty

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