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[Part Seventy-Eight] The Smell Of His Cigarette
Andy forgave me for not calling him and living with Ashley, and I forgave him for lying to me. I guess we were both truly in the wrong. Oh well. We are even now, if you want to put it that way. Andy and I sat in bed, our backs against the backboard. His arm was wrapped around my shoulder, and with the other hand he held a cigarette. He inhaled the smoke, then slowly blew it out. I missed the smell of the smoke from his cigarette when I was away. It was comforting to me. Very, very comforting. Because it told me he was there for me.
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please kill me
I loved it. Amazing story
8/19/16