Cigarettes and Guitars
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Ongoing5m
Last published Wed, Nov 12, 2014
He smelt like smoke.
Smoke and whiskey.
Now, some may have found those distinguishing smells absolutely disgusting, but I found it devilishly ravishing.
A haze of untamed raggedy black curls swallowed up his delicate porcelain skin whole, wrapping around his head like a halo.
His tawny, golden eyes glimmered under the fluorescent tubes of light from the ceiling, turning to face me.
"Watcha lookin' at doll?"
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