a student. a teacher. you'd either expect a kinky love story which had no value or a relationship with no more than an ask of academic help. unfortunately that wasn't an option for anxiety ridden kimberly browne and words of velvet alex david.

cigarettes

SPRINKLING SOME COLOGNE over me was the final touch of my process of getting ready. My hair was in place, and my clothes didn't look too awful, I suppose. With a final sigh from the lips and the clutch of my coat, I exit my house, locking the door as I leave. 


The normal weather of Derby attacks me, including the bitter slap of the wind. The night sky was incredibly dark, causing the moon to be the center of attention. Chirps from crickets, quiet small talk and the smooth driving of citizens filled the atmosphere. 


It was a perfect night for a smoke, yet I refrained myself from doing so, since I was to meet with Thomas to further discuss things and I knew him and me were bound to have a smoke. 


Smoking wasn't an addiction for me; it was more of an occasional treat. People like to have a sweet every now and then, but sweets didn't really appeal to me; cigarettes did. 


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