Friday, May 27, 2011

OneWord: Mint

She could smell the mint on his breath. He'd been smoking again - and worse, trying such a pathetically obvious cover up. She was about ready to give up. How could she care so much for somebody who didn't even care for himself? Was it even worth the battle? In the end, it was his choice after all. And yet, how could she not fight for his life?

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