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The still of the night

It’s the still of the night, so silent you can hear the burning end of the cigarette between your fingers. Everyone is asleep. Someone moans softly, breaths deeply and is quiet. You can still taste the burn of tequila on your lips, that last shot had been hours ago. It had gone down smooth, you… Continue reading The still of the night