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I Smoke and You Lose Control
I sit at the table, enjoying a Marlboro and letting go. Every drag deep, the smoke rising slowly through my nose. My mules slip off my feet. Toes stretched, soles arched - exactly the view you crave. No words, no glance. Just me, the cigarette, my feet and you - drooling, lost, desperate for more.
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