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When all the scars and memories became too much, only his song could sooth her.
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When all the scars and memories became too much, only his song could sooth her.
// Why does he feel like the high before the fall? The dangerous, paralyzing fall that you can't even begin to worry about because the high is too strong? //
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...