"why do you smoke?"
"same reason you moan."
"cause you can't help it?"
"exactly."
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the smell of smoke on his skin was something I could get used to. that is if he'd let me.
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Wherein Sunoo and Niki saw a crying baby in a dark alley wrapped in a blanket inside a basket. What will the two boys do? will they adopt the child and take responsibility of it?
*Only a work of FICTION please don't take it seriously.