//ten//
“ Do you have anymore cigarettes.”
He looked at her with a small smile on his face.
“ I can always just buy you a pack.”
“ No, that would mean I’m addicted.”
“ Well aren’t you?”
“ Maybe.”
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Coffee And Cigarettes
PoetryHe was a boy who liked smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. She was a girl who liked the smell.
