SP + Pressure + CH 2SP + Pressure + CH 2
Chapter 2
A cigarette is carefully wedged between my dry lips. I inhale the smoke as I lean against the back wall of my dump of a house, staring blankly at the fence. Stan is sitting on the short brick wall, a couple of withered potted plants sitting on it. His guitar is in his hands, strumming gently and stopping every god damn five seconds, getting a chord wrong and starting from the top. I take the bud in between my index and middle fingers, pulling it away from my lips and exhaling the smoke. Both of our faces are pale from the chilled weather. I didn't even need to this cigarette to make smoke come f
M O V E D
Thrilled
J'espère que vos vacances sont pleines de l'acclamation!
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weather you win or loose play in such a way where you can say "i played the game."
Thank you C:
I, sadly, continued the fic, if you want to continue?
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weather you win or loose play in such a way where you can say "i played the game."
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NEW ACCOUNT: [link]
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weather you win or loose play in such a way where you can say "i played the game."
hi.
Long time no speek?
OML WEBCAM.
Awesome, remains of my dragon xD
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^_^;
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Duct tape. The God of Tape!
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