(Smoke sat on a balcony with a cigarette in hand and he took a puff to exhale. He looked out to city and he climbed up to the roof and he sat down. He looked to the sky and saw clouds forming. He exhaled again and he stubbed the cigarette in to the loose gravel. He saw the moon being blocked by some loose clouds.) Smoke: only two more weeks. (He stood up and he tuned into the voices below. He heard many things from people and he walked to the fire escape door.) Smoke: (half to self) who in their right mind would make a fire escape a door? (Anyone may join,)
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 05:18:03 +0000
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