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"Smoking... the sexiest form of suicide, wouldn't you agree?" I watched him blow a ring. "No, baby girl, the sexiest form of suicide is staying with me" he wasn't looking my direction, yet I could feel his eyes on me. "You don't count. You're death, and death involves suicide, homicide and everything in between," he pouted a bit. A lush pink bottom lip poked out from his mouth. It was damn near bewitching. "You forgot mind blowing sex, Alona. How could you attempt to describe me and exclude my best trait?" He's toying with his food before eats it, he really is a child. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- NOTE: OBVIOUSLY WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND MAYBE MATURE CONTENT
Little Girl Red
