He couldn’t stop watching the other man. Watching the way the man smoked his cigar, the way th
He couldn’t stop watching the other man. Watching the way the man smoked his cigar, the way the man sat in the over stuffed couch, the way he slowly slipped from his tumbler, he tried to match the effortless way the man commanded the room, the steady pace he smoked his cigar, he even tried to do some of the tricks but his ‘rings’ looked more like clouds of smoke then rings, and when he sipped his scotch he downed it without even thinking. He was never going to be as cool as his big Brother. -- source link
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