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Post by Dallas Alexander Winst on Oct 19, 2006 7:00:31 GMT -5
Dallas sat down and leaned back in the wooden bench. It wasn't really comfortable, and to top it off it was a little wet, probably because of the rain. He took a little something out of his pocket: his precious package of cigarettes. With a little bit of a satisfied smirk, he opened it. "Darn!" He swore softly when he saw the amount of cigarettes being inside. Only four left. I need to go to the store today. Won't get through the day with just these. He thought. He took one out and put the package back in his pocket, then took out a box of matches and lit his ciggy.
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Post by Melinda Johnson on Oct 20, 2006 2:32:26 GMT -5
Melinda was walking smoking her cigarette. And looking around at the poeple and that looked scared of her.
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Post by Dallas Alexander Winst on Oct 22, 2006 10:46:45 GMT -5
Dallas tried to sit as best as possible, as he blew a cloud of smoke out of his mouth. He looked around a little. There weren't all that much people in the park. Just a few were walking around. He saw a woman who was smoking as well amongst those people.
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