Monday, October 13, 2014

Don't Smoke:

"You shouldn't smoke. It'll kill you," she said as I pulled a pack of cigarettes from my jacket.

I extracted a cigarette and said, "I smoke to keep something alive."

"What?"

"A memory of a girl. She always smoked. Everything around her smelled like a camp. Especially her car. I loved it. I loved her."

"What happened to her?"

"She died. Actually, that's not true. She was murdered."

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