TwentyFourTwelve Chapter One: Sociable Patterns

I shrugged, the nagging want for a cigarette in the back of my mind continuing. "hey, i know i've said it before, but thank you." "and i've said it before, don't mention it." said logan.

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Near Death Experience

She rolled her eyes and took a puff of her cigarette before walking into the lobby and over to the elevators, her boots making soft thuds against the tiled flooring.

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Reverie

He blew smoke from his lips, flicking his cigarette into the ashtray on the table. "how did you work with her for as long as you did?" "at first it was out of necessity, we both left the alliance and needed the funds.

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Good and Evil ... after hours

None of the regulars knew what a clove was and the only time that dante's smelled like oranges instead of beer and cigarettes was when someone couldn't keep down their grand marnier.

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Not All Men Are Wolves (Chapter 1)

Now i stand on the porch of a white apartment complex, smoking a cigarette and still failing to match up with the desires of others.

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Quiet

His eyes were fixated on the cherry of his cigarette, burning tobacco providing a temporary escape for him to get lost inisde. shem took another drag, enjoying the carcinogenic reward for inhaling the smoke. quiet.

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Smoke Break

Thin wisps of smoke ascended from the end of the cigarette, the burning tip snapping and crackling with every inhale. the air waved away the smoke disapprovingly, berating the wolf for having taken up such bad habits.

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Void Life-Chapter 3

In his hand looked to be coffee and a box of cigarettes. i wouldn't have thought roger was a smoker from just the look at him. then again, i hardly knew anything about him except that i have seen him once or twice.

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Black Magic - Chapter One: Sometimes I Hate This City

He told me the truth, the simple truth, and only asked for enough money to buy himself another pack of cigarettes.

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Chapter 9 - Judgement

He sat on the debris, absorbing the scenes of the last couple of days and slowly smoking on a cigarette.

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The Apartment Complex : Ch 2

I lit up a cigarette and took a few drags. i wasn't expecting the words i heard next. it took every ounce of willpower i had in my body not to punch him right in the nose. "at least you won't have a baby to deal with."

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