|When the smoke clears there be no more tears|
This man don't cry, cause he's Afro Samurai
Plush - Ch 1 Forty-five minutes had passed rather quickly considering where my mind was, and my watch reflected none of its duration. I imagine myself tapping on its large glassy casement, hoping to wake its many components from apparent boredom. I had purchased this particular watch a few months back on a semi-occasional trip to St. Martin, one of many of my favorite locations – not to mention home of my personal villa located on the north side of the island, over-looking the Atlantic. My home away from home, or work… so to speak.Plush - Ch 1 by InkDrone
My eyes move back to meet Natalie’s. “Yeah,” I quickly reply through a furrowed brow.
I take in one last draw of a thick Cameroon cigar; its dark cloud spinning in my mouth, idling my tongue, as I taste. I still remember my first cigarette that my father handed me as a teenager. There was no special occasion, just the b
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