30 Days of Passion

Thirty Days of Passion

I light my fifth cigarette of the morning and smoke into the cool February air.  Taking a sip of my coffee I greet the apartment worker below my balcony as he picks up cigarette butts. “Sorry about that. I told him not to.” I wink at the cute Mexican guy. “You’re new?”

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