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walnut tinted strands of hair swayed from one side to the other in the high ponytail with every step nari took ─── steps that seemed never-ending & surely insufferable with the immensity of the sun rays washing the city having its fingers interlocked with the smoke coming out of the tobacco filled stick perched in between his lips hitting her face. mocha hues scanned their surroundings, and she was now sure; they had already been there before. “ maceo─ “ a smoke ridden cough halted her words, hand waving the substance away. “ ─admit it, you’ve got us lost. “ the sleeve of his shirt got pulled by bony digits, stopping him in his tracks with her. “ also, keep your cigarette and its smoke away from me. “