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Her green eyes caress me as she snuggles into my chest. “You have such a good heart,” she murmurs.
I light a cigarette, “don’t talk shit.”
She pouts. Purses lips still puffy from being kissed. I try to follow the pattern on the ceiling.
In a few moments she tells me, “it isn’t shit. I thought it was sweet.”
I drag smoke into my lungs and close my eyes. “Just because it’s sweet don’t mean it’s not shit.”