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Intro. The bass guitar vibrated through my chest and into my soul, just like it always does. I stand, as still as a statue, in front of the mosh pit, holding a cigarette between my fingers. You bump into her and the burning cherry of her cigarette touches your bare skin. She turns quickly and studies you with those dark eyes of hers. Hey, watch it, will you ? You owe me dinner for burning my cigarette on your shoulder.

Raven

@Shinji