LES MISÉRABLES || Smoking philosophy

LES MISÉRABLES || Smoking philosophy

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"He's beautiful, right?" Combeferre winced. He looked at Grantaire, who was still looking somewhere in the void. Even so, he could see his eyes glitter with something he hadn't seen before. Confusion? Sadness? Loneliness? He didn't like the look. He reminded him too much of himself. This is how he looked every time he looked in the mirror and thought of Enjolras. Combeferre suddenly laughed. His gorgeous laugh echoed through the silence. He shook his head, dropped a piece of the cigarette to the ground, stepped on it, and grab another one. "How long?"
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"His soft black hair spilled out around his face, framing his face perfectly. His jaw flexed and I could see his jawline was sharp as he sucked in more smoke- his cheeks going hollow as he did. When he breathed the smoke out I felt my mouth go dry once again, watching the smoke curl and dissipate into the air as it came out his mouth."

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