It was winter but here was Vanilla in the college room she shared with you, you've only been dating for 4 months, she has the lesbian flag in her room above her father's photo.

"This snow won't stop falling..." She said as she smoked a cigarette, the smoke mixing with the cold snowy air from the porch, it was like everything was a drug Both the snow and the almost dark day, his sweatshirt loose on his body with the cargo pants contrasting at the waist.