March 5, 2008
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“Smoking is bad for you,” he mutters, sliding into the passenger seat of my car.
I turn my head to face him as my key twists in the ignition, the car jumps to life and in the gloomy half-hearted light of the parking lot, I find the glint of accusation in his eyes.
“Living is bad for me,” I gently correct him, but the smile only makes it halfway across my lips.
Comments (2)
i smiled reading this. i don’t know why.
=)
short and sweet.