The scent of cigarettes in there the sight of their smoke in the air – a memory I won’t forget nor the people that I met. Share this:TwitterEmailRedditFacebookPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: Midnight InDiscresionsNext Next post: 3 months down
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A (wise) man of two faces 
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