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I'm worse. - punk luke hemmings
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Ongoing, First published Aug 04, 2014
I walked seductively up to the tall, tattooed, blonde haired boy and his friends, being so careful not to make a wrong move.

"Well, if you think this is bad ?" I moved my hand across the air gesturing to the ruin beside me. He stared at me with his piercing blue eyes boring into mine, a few strands of my chocolate brown hair swept across my face from the sudden gust of air.

I took a puff of my cigarette blowing the smoke in his face.

"I'm worse."

With that I let the wind take the cigarette from my hand, it slowly dropped to the floor as I walked away.
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