Elina (ilmatar) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-07-20 22:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | jazz, robert |
Monday evening, Slaughtered Lamb / Outside, Robbie OTA MW
After having a pint in the pub like it was his habit, Robert stepped out and got a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. Damn things. He was down to about seven a day but he wanted to get properly rid of them again. Nevertheless he put one between his thin lips and lit it, standing by the doors of the Slaughtered Lamb and looking up at the sky admiring the colours of the sunset.