‘Alright , alright; it wasn't me.'
In a amuse for the two female police officer's she has just stepped by; paying no concern for the hooker they had up against the wall.
After a few more steps, she stops, pulls a cigarette from out of its case and fires it up as she steps her self back into the wall. Her first puff was one for her self as the second brings her in the clouds she has been stepped aside for.
After blowing that pound of smoke out she looks over her shoulder and gets a glimpse in on the hooker that has now been cuffed and leaned there against the wall as the police officer goes thru her purse and the other officer in their car, pointing her name into their system.
Another puff as its red heating light shared its steam with the match of their eyes. The hooker as she's pressed into the wall from off of her cheek; looks on to her for a means of support or a sense of satisfaction; being her last sense of being the light of a freed exhibition that now passes her by.
As the smoking clouds begin to fill her breath seeking breaths, she comes to relies a scene of ignorance as it followed her eye.
Another puff from in her thought of releasing its hostile being from in the burn of its sensation onto her throat, her next reflex had her a non sense of communication as she discharged the smoke in to it's air; not knowing she has been set free and for why.
‘It wasn't me.'
She expressed in to a burning cigarette that has been waiting for her all this time.
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