ugg, crappy sketch >:lThe smoked burned her insides as if they were the beams of an abandoned pine shack. A gaggle of drunken college girls, draped in pink, squealed in the night neon. She stayed hidden in the shadows, hidden behind her embers. Under the marquee, the world took on a sepia tone and she closed her eyes, taking in the sounds. She imagined she was in some lost gold boom town, wagon wheel turns and mule brays in place of ring tones and car horns. If only. She flicked out the ash and crept back into the concert.
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