i stumble in the front door drunk, its late and you can smell the nicotine on me. its late, and you're sitting on the couch waiting for me heeeyyyyyyyyy cutieeee i grin and lean on the back of the couch you look like you need a smoke...or a drink... here he holds his cigarette out to you, and you being sober, hesitate and stare at him
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