"you smoke?" he asks, throwing his head back and blowing the smoke out all of the muscles in his body relax and he looks at me "i guess." i say taking the small lighter out of my pocket we sit in silence "why are we so bad" i look at him and shrug, "rules are meant to be broken" he shakes his head and sighs, "what if we followed them"? I look at him again and he stares right back at me + in which two young reckless teens, try to be good for three months (lower case intended)All Rights Reserved
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