Easy Street
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Last published Mon, Jul 4, 2016
As we sat by the side or the road he reached a gloved hand into the pocket of his oversized tan leather jacket only to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He put the cigarette between his exposed fingers before placing it inside his mouth, setting the end alight.
"Smoking kills" I whispered to him, observing the patterns of smoke which were dancing around the snowflakes that fell from the vast, white sky. He just looked at me and laughed, leaning back ever so slightly "oh darling" he started before looking back at me with sad eyes, "we're all going to die anyway" he whispers into my neck as he placed a chaste kiss onto my shoulder.
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