Cigarettes Will Kill You

by SKermitgorf

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I went to see Dr. Proto and was told by a new receptionist that the doctor was away for a week’s holiday.
I tried to go about my daily routine, taking photo’s for the magazine assignment I was in London for.
It was hard to concentrate, knowing my nighttime activities could return at any time.

That night, 3 Am, I had to go outside for a walk to calm down. The feelings of chills and headaches, dizziness revisited me.

I saw her on the corner. A pretty young girl all dolled up for the evening.
I come within reach of her, “Do you have a light?”, I asked, holding out a cigarette.

“Those’ll kill you, you know, mister,” she said.
That was the last thing the poor girl spoke. I gently placed her on the ground and walked away.

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Average Reader Rating: 4.5 stars out of 5

  1. Cigarettes Will Kill You

    Apostrophe 's Buddy Icon Apostrophe

    Posted 2 months ago

    schweet!

  2. Cigarettes Will Kill You

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    Posted 2 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Gotta love her last words

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    g2 (la pianista irlandesa)'s Buddy Icon g2 (la pianista irlandesa)

    Posted 2 months ago

    4.0 out of 5 stars

    Talk about ironic from the girl’s point of view!

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