I bring the Sonoma cigarette to my lips as I take another puff. The harsh smoke entering my lungs as I inhale. Exhaling slowly, I look over the view in front of me. The Blue Horizon, the most social packed club in the city. As I walk up I see Samuel and Hector; the entrance body guard. I offer them a soft smile as the open the door for me.
"Hey Sawyer." I hear Samuel say as I flick my cigarette before entering the building.
"Hey you guys. How's the night going for yall?" I ask as I take another hit from my cigarette, the smoke entering my lungs.
"Pretty good, I'd say." Hector chips in.
"Yeah, the usual."
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FantasyLife. Death. That's suppose to be it. You are born, live for a while, than die. Not Sawyer. Her soul is too big to just live once. No, she will experience life and death over and over, even though she doesn't remember the details or the way it made...
