It was a lovely summer's eve and the warm temperatures of the day were preparing for the night. The wood chips and sticks in the fire basket did their best to heighten the mood. It worked.
She was sitting on his lap and they were smoking a cigarette together.
Both stared into the fire and listened to the flames' lively struggle for oxygen.
Both saw and heard something else. Or perhaps not.
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