Cold Coffee and Stale Cigarettes *on hold*

Cold Coffee and Stale Cigarettes *on hold*

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**Previously Cruel Laughter* "You need to understand that I am an extremely pissed off person for no other reason other than the aggravatingly simple fact that I am stuck on this shitty excuse of a planet." I glared up at him from beneath my lashes as he took a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting the bud, inhaling for much longer than seemed healthy. "Ok." He agreed, exhaling slowly with a careful nod. For a moment, I sort of enjoyed the smell of the smoke permeating my senses. It reminded me of things -bitter things- but comforting all the same. "Ok."
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