smoke

Ah! the fucking cheek of her. I turn my back for a moment, I ask for a smoke, and before I've got time to light up and say thank you she's back again scraping away like a little hyena. 🔊

But it gets towards noon, sun's beating down, and suddenly there's no wind so you really notice the smell. I've got my eyes trained on it but the air's shaking like jelly with the heat, you can't see a thing. I go over to the other guy and ask if he's got a smoke. 🔊

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