numetalenjoyer
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"as i leaned back on the couch, my eyes began to follow the trail of cigarette smoke that drifted toward the exit door. chino's guitar filled the hall's quietness again. i listened with my eyes closed as he played a melody i had never heard before. i had an idea."
- au fanfiction, 1995