The Fault Line

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‘It’s alright,’ she said.

‘I know I’ll be lonely

later on in life.’

 

‘Just lonely?’ he said.

 

And he rolled his

cigarette slowly.

 

‘And desperate probably,’

she said. ‘Destroyed.’

 

His roll up pushed

soft against his

lovely, lovely lips.

 

‘It’s sad,’ she said.

‘But it’s ok.’

 

He smiled then

and even his smoke

smelt of sex.

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