Smoke {zjm}
- LECTURES 100
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- Chapitres 3
En cours d'écriture13m
Dernière publication sam., juil. 28, 2018
And then I saw him again. After all this time. He'd shaved his head, but he was still as handsome as he was before. He was, as always, holding a cigarette. Then his eyes caught mine. From his lips, his beautiful lips, I could read that he said my name. That's when I turned around and started walking. I walked away. Away from that life. Away from him. It was over. It was too late.
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