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Justin wants me to smoke hookah, and the smoke smells sort of good, kind of permeates and I know it's going to be in my pores which is nearly as good. So my lungs are safe tonight, even though sometimes I think they're saying, "We're too clean Kate." I really have no idea what I'm writing or why I'm writing it but I think it's because my hands are bored, nearly as bored as my lungs. I want to write more about the man and the woman but I left the book at home, and really who brings a notebook to a party like some fucking... I don't know. But I don't party.
I just watch, and they took the smoke and it circled his eyes. Katie wants to make out with me.
EDIT: Nevermind. My integrity is non-existant.
I just watch, and they took the smoke and it circled his eyes. Katie wants to make out with me.
EDIT: Nevermind. My integrity is non-existant.