Noel leaned up against the brick wall, the smoke of the cigarette ascending up in the air, as he flicked it, the ash falling to the ground. The ember burning for a moment. His eyes drifted to the sidewalk outside the alleyway, and noticed your shoes, looking up, seeing you. Tch, what do you want? And why are you starin' at me?
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21/11/2024