Hello friend,
Thanks for the pipe tobacco. It was a hard cigarette but a cheating burn. The wind's picking up and people are scurrying in line. (Ants on a scent trail for dry land.) The other one is coming. Newports? I'll ask later, those are expensive. Sitting and smoking. News of death. Sight of suede soliloquy. Looking over and I think I see him. Head turning back, eyes scanning, I thought I saw you. A purse?
The clouds have arrived. Last entrance! Missing piece! Thankfully I'm done... not sure I'll smoke those anytime soon (e.g. in a couple hours). The wind's howling, scouring with abrasive dirt and slap-happy leaves.
My last step was stolen by the wind. I fell forward just a little faster, found balance in a queer manner. Hushed inside by the audience's anticipatory whispers. Greeted by the muffled clap of thunder and all the uproarious clamor.
Love,
The World
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