Sunday, it’s pretty hot available therefore we do not have anything left to accomplish. We are situated across the bench waiting for the washer to accomplish. He smokes nervously, because they always does they passes us a cigarette. I’m heavy and I’m dripping with sweat. He’s searching at me that way along with his icy blue eyes which i am I’m melting. I’m the smoke caressing my skin. Together with the are available in the washer never stops.

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