Thirty-eight

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with shaky legs, i reached down and picked
up the empty cigarette box and stuffed
them in my pocket.

The trees did not move despite the rain that was coming down hard.

i like to think they were telling me i was
doing the right thing.

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R̵ e d    P a i n tDove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora