Echoes of Lost Boys and Cigarette Smoke
Echoes of Lost Boys and Cigarette Smoke
I watch him with careful eyes, bringing the smoldering cigarette to my chapped lips, inhaling deep.
"You think Christopher Robin ever grew up?"
He smirks. I shiver. Shame and smoke weigh down the surrounding air.
"He's probably choking on some fat guy's dick crying for Winnie to come save him."
I watch him with careful eyes, bringing the smoldering cigarette to my chapped lips, inhaling deep.
"You think Christopher Robin ever grew up?"
He smirks. I shiver. Shame and smoke weigh down the surrounding air.
"He's probably choking on some fat guy's dick crying for Winnie to come save him."