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It wasn't love at first sight because a few weeks ago, I was pissed off at everyone and everything. I was just getting through that withdrawal shit and I desperately needed to smoke. I had smoked both the packs I brought with me in two days. But I didn't want to go out. I didn't want to see people.
Rosa's, the place is called. From all the travel brochures and maps, it seemed like a lot of tourists stopped by. There was typical convenience store grub and a wall of cigarettes behind the register. I made my way up to the counter.
Helen looked bored and tired, as she does now. "Hi, can I help you?"
"Um, can I have a pack of Camel blues?" she turned around, standing on her tiptoes to reach them on the high shelf behind her.
"That's eight fifty five, please." She handed me my change and pushed my cigarettes across the counter. "Have a nice night," I finally noticed the southern twang when she spoke. She must have been a native.
"Thanks, you too," I said. I went back two days later. She was there and hardly spoke two words.
Helen and I have come a long way in a few weeks.
Rosa's, the place is called. From all the travel brochures and maps, it seemed like a lot of tourists stopped by. There was typical convenience store grub and a wall of cigarettes behind the register. I made my way up to the counter.
Helen looked bored and tired, as she does now. "Hi, can I help you?"
"Um, can I have a pack of Camel blues?" she turned around, standing on her tiptoes to reach them on the high shelf behind her.
"That's eight fifty five, please." She handed me my change and pushed my cigarettes across the counter. "Have a nice night," I finally noticed the southern twang when she spoke. She must have been a native.
"Thanks, you too," I said. I went back two days later. She was there and hardly spoke two words.
Helen and I have come a long way in a few weeks.
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FUCK THE LONDON GUARD