I’ll open a window - [he’s done it enough times to know the way to lean. His beer is abandoned on the table, and getting Steve’s furthest window open enough takes a hot second. The relief to light up and inhale is so tantalisingly close to a high in of itself.
He enjoys it until his exhale, after which his eyes land on the shirt and linger. ] You and Munson, huh.
[Let’s Talk About That. Maybe it’ll kill thing in his chest at last. ]
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He enjoys it until his exhale, after which his eyes land on the shirt and linger. ] You and Munson, huh.
[Let’s Talk About That. Maybe it’ll kill thing in his chest at last. ]