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 "Don't you have to...?" I said as we walked past the subway station. "Oh, right..." He replied, lingering on the thought. We stopped at the next entrance. "Well, I gotta..." He pulled out a pack of Camel cigarettes. As if on cue, I said, "Can I get a hug before you...?" As much as I'd like to say I've gotten used to the smell of cigarettes after living in this city for so long, I still can't get used to it. I've tolerated it more than I used to, but I have a feeling that it'll always be a long shot on my favorite smells list. He smiled and pulled me in. He held me tightly, not too tightly, but tightly enough. It was a hug I hadn't had in a very long time. I wanted to feel it, let it sink in. After a moment, I stepped back and said, "Well, I hope you have a merry Christmas and a happy new year. I'll see ya around." He smiled and said, "Thank you." I smiled back and crossed the street, away from what used to be. No TrackBacksTrackBack URL: http://www.toastier.org/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/173 |
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