Friday, June 24, 2011
It tasted like ash and ketchup
"Yeah, I- achem... I don't do this very much." He felt the cigarette's heat under his nails and the smoke twirling his nosehairs got him close to sneezing. He wanted to spit, the saliva and phlegm was pooling up under his tongue, but he didn't. It tasted like ash and ketchup.
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