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  • Artist Info: we quit being good<br />
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    "I think we quit being good a long time ago, her and I. It wasn't a conscious decision, but thing happen like that sometimes. We lay besides the fire now, flat on our backs, staring up at the painted ceiling. She smokes a cigarette, taking long drags, her hand cupped almost entirely over her mouth. The smoke floats up lazily, perfuming the already warm, sweet room.<br />
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    The common is nearly empty, there are only a few ne'er-do-wells hanging about with us still. Alexander is one, lounging on the couch, staring at the fire with sleepy eyes. Yet Leah just smokes, languid and quiet. I look over idly and wonder what she's thinking. Does she dream of good times or brood, like she does so often, on the wrong? I can't tell from her face, but perhaps she's just enjoying her cigarette. Some times I think her fall came harder: I prolonged my secret decent, as she spiraled freely. And if there is still such a thing as the purer of the two--I listen to her cries as she rushes home and says, "You'll hate me for it. I hate me, too."<br />
    But I could never really. And we heal in the end.<br />
    She finally gets up after she’s sucked up as much of the cigarette as she could. She bids me goodnight with the wave of her hand, chains jingling all the way. And I lie by the dying fire, staring at the painted ceiling.<br />
    The last of the smoke swirls up, a tainted message from us fallen down below."<br />
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    {Lucifiel = Leah}<br />
    {1st person POV = Suzzette}
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