Every afternoon is the same now. He gets out his pipe and going out to the back porch, takes a seat
Every afternoon is the same now. He gets out his pipe and going out to the back porch, takes a seat and lights it. Within minutes his mind is drifting away, floating on the breeze like the thick white smoke he exhales. That’s when the guy he shares his apartment patio with comes over. Dressed in his uniform the Sgt takes the seat next to him. It’s never long before the Sgt pipe smoke is mingling with his own and the Sgt’s voice is filling the air, filling his ears, filling his mind. Filling him. He never wants it to stop. -- source link
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