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 Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 7:46 pm
Trace opened his door wide falling face first onto his bed. "Another frikin day of sufferin" he said reaching for his newest pack of cigs.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 11:26 pm
[please be literate and no cussing, this is warning 1, you get 2 more]
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 5:11 am
(okay on that fact and he was lying face down on the bed that was why it was slurred)
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 3:33 pm
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 4:55 pm
Trace located the pack of what he called death sticks and fished on out flipping out his lighter rolling onto his back. Lighting the stick of death he crammed it between his teeth closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "Ohhh yeah that's the stuff"
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 2:34 pm
Trace kicked his door open and growled running his hand through his hair. His grades were dipping again and it was driving him up a wall. Fumbling in his pockets he took his cigarette out lit it and inhaled deeply. He really was going to kill himself one day with them.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 6:57 am
Looking at the ceiling the cig almost depleted he sighed and tossed it into the garbage. It was burned out now and useless now. Smirking he saw up. "Just like me" he whispered.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:15 pm
Trace opened his door and flopped down on his bed laying on his back. The burnt cigarette was in the tray which needed to be cleaned out. Lazy like he was he said he do it later and closed his eyes.
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