Smoke inside
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Paranoia isn't a factor for you when smoking. Plus, it's the dead of winter in Michigan. The bitter frost hold no candle to hearing Mitch bitch and moan. Besides, Mr. Morrison only has two cameras in the store :one near the register and the other near the safe. The monitors loom over the desk as you watch a droll Mitch practice his pick up lines on a customer. His body invades every inch of her personal space; her body language speaks for itself. Her curvaceous body is stolid, as she nervously taps her foot. He'll be busy for a while. | Paranoia isn't a factor for you when smoking. Plus, it's the dead of winter in Michigan. The bitter frost hold no candle to hearing Mitch bitch and moan. Besides, Mr. Morrison only has two cameras in the store :one near the register and the other near the safe. The monitors loom over the desk as you watch a droll Mitch practice his pick up lines on a customer. His body invades every inch of her personal space; her body language speaks for itself. Her curvaceous body is stolid, as she nervously taps her foot. He'll be busy for a while. | ||
| - | Taking a set of matches you strike the joint. With every puff of smoke the room becomes a hazy blur. As you further deeper into your high, you sink into the upholstered desk chair. It's plush cushions are too serene. You can feel your self getting sleepy...[[ | + | Taking a set of matches you strike the joint. With every puff of smoke the room becomes a hazy blur. As you further deeper into your high, you sink into the upholstered desk chair. It's plush cushions are too serene. You can feel your self getting sleepy...[[ Zzzz]] |
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Current revision as of 23:39, 23 November 2020
Paranoia isn't a factor for you when smoking. Plus, it's the dead of winter in Michigan. The bitter frost hold no candle to hearing Mitch bitch and moan. Besides, Mr. Morrison only has two cameras in the store :one near the register and the other near the safe. The monitors loom over the desk as you watch a droll Mitch practice his pick up lines on a customer. His body invades every inch of her personal space; her body language speaks for itself. Her curvaceous body is stolid, as she nervously taps her foot. He'll be busy for a while.
Taking a set of matches you strike the joint. With every puff of smoke the room becomes a hazy blur. As you further deeper into your high, you sink into the upholstered desk chair. It's plush cushions are too serene. You can feel your self getting sleepy... Zzzz
