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"you smoke?" he asks, throwing his head back and blowing the smoke out

all of the muscles in his body relax and he looks at me

"i guess." i say taking the small lighter out of my pocket

we sit in silence

"why are we so bad"

i look at him and shrug, "rules are meant to be broken"

he shakes his head and sighs, "what if we followed them"?

I look at him again and he stares right back at me

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in which two young reckless teens, try to be good for three months

(lower case intended)