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[thelatespaceboy]

He takes another drag off of the cigarette and listens to the strands of the Church's "Interlude" while the moon casts a glare off the dirty lenses of his glasses, brushing the greasy strands of hair hanging in his face back behind his ear. There isn't much else to do at three a.m., except sleep of course, but that can't happen when your body has

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[thelatespaceboy]

*shrug* iffin ya wants to, i won't stops ya.