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    ❀ He’s needed for a mission

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    Smoke twirled and danced into the dark atmosphere, ashes dropping onto the black and red sweater. His cigarette sat between his index and middle finger, his eyes, dark and demanding, looking back at you.

    Once you’d told him he was needed in the mafia for some kind of mission in a couple of hours and to get ready, he exhaled and sighed.

    “Really…? What a drag.” He said, tapping the chair next to him on the balcony “Why don’t you sit down next to me.”

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