The Attic's Way of Making Fun of Me

Royal bridged his fingers in front of him. You got a cigarette. On the table. Between them were royal's old school works, a needle, a spoon and a small baggy. Royal leaned over and ucked the cigarette from behind ford's ear. This was your way of reminding yourself that, not can it be done, but unlike us, you could even have temptation within reach and not give in. Am i close? Don't pretend you know me. I bet you were a smoker, what? Two to three packs a day? True? Ford spoke through pursed, swollen lips. Bet you didn't go through a programme or nothing, neither, just sheer