kindredspirit
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since 05-19-2009
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0 posted 10-02-2009 11:44 AM
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That cold smell of cigarettes and men seemed to sink into my pores, as I mentally traced the planes of his face, all angles and bones that framed flat, colorless eyes. Eyes like the smoke that writhed in the air between us.
He had asked, “Do you mind?” before lighting up. I shook my head and imagined his lungs charring as black as his shirt.
“What are you thinking about?” His thin lips curved upward, and I denied my attraction to him with a shrug.
It was only a game of pool, and my hands were freezing. His expressionless gaze sliced effortlessly through my layers of dissemblance, leaving me exposed.
“You’re always thinking something.” Shaking his head in mock frustration, he leaned over gracefully to shoot the 8 ball into a corner pocket, winning his second game.
Although he was unaware at the time, he had won much more than that.
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