I’ve chosen this topic, because I think, smoking is stupid. It’s a message to smokers to stop. It’ll ruin your life. I’ve chosen to make a romantic story, because that’s my style. I love writing romantics.
Deadly love by [NAVN A] 8.a
I put the cigarette to my mouth and take another suck on it. It feels wonderful! Especially after I haven’t smoked in a whole week. It was like a hundred years. But now I’m here with Mark, smoking. He smiles at me, and I smile back. We’ve tried to stop smoking together many times, but it’s so hard, and we’ve both agreed to start again. Or sometimes we didn’t actually agree, but the point is, that we just can’t stop smoking. You would know, if you were smoking – you just can’t stop. It’s like being to prison, but you’re free, and you’re still staying there, because it’s nice.
“What do you think about going to the beach?” Mark suddenly says. It’s a summer evening, and it’s at least 20 degrees outside.
“Yes! That would be great!” I say excitedly. I love going to the beach with Mark. It’s so romantic. We do it almost every night.
Mark turns the music up, before he drives the car out of the driveway. I’ve put on a bikini below my clothe, and Mark’s wearing swimwear and is bare-chested. We both sing loud and false to the song, that’s in the radio: Taylor Swift, Getting back together. I just love that song.
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