He looked down, taking a last drag on the cigarette and stubbed it out. The smoke was blown in a different direction to Bobby. He didn’t look back up once he stubbed out the cigarette, he crushed the packet and held it tightly in his hands. When he did look back up there was no indication of what he was thinking or feeling. There was a blankness in his eyes.
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Date: Oct. 25th, 2008 08:31 pm (UTC)From:“There is nothing to say.”