I don’t know, man.” He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“Ew!” I recoiled. “You smoke?”

“Only when I drink,” he said, reaching for a lighter, “or when I’m seriously depressed.”

I snatched the pack away. “These will kill you, and you don’t want that.”

“Yeah?” he said sarcastically. “How should I get myself killed then?”

“You could hang out with me some more,” I suggested. “I attract homicidal maniacs like mosquitoes, baby.

Autor: Kyra Davis

I don’t know, man.” He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.<br /><br />“Ew!” I recoiled. “You smoke?”<br /><br />“Only when I drink,” he said, reaching for a lighter, “or when I’m seriously depressed.”<br /><br />I snatched the pack away. “These will kill you, and you don’t want that.”<br /><br />“Yeah?” he said sarcastically. “How should I get myself killed then?”<br /><br />“You could hang out with me some more,” I suggested. “I attract homicidal maniacs like mosquitoes, baby. - Kyra Davis

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