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One sparked up a fresh Richmond under the glow of the heat lamp, the other puffed away on a menthol grape vape that scented the shelter.
The stubborn silence was broken with an offhand comment on the rain. He smirked, snorted and agreed but still seemed out of the moment.
Another heavy drag on the dark blue electric fag in his hand
Through thick and thin, for better or for worse, in sickn...
Tuesday 11th October 2016 2:37 pm
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