She had a slutty manner of speaking, she was the type of girl you forgot after one night.

Desperate for someone to light her cigarette, which was now just a short stub.

So when she met a boy who had a prudent manner of speaking, she knew he was the type of boy you’d never forget.

It came to a shock that someone as wise as he, foolishly forgot her after one night like the last.

So when she lit up her cigarette remnant and it finally fell on the wet concrete, her hands were too busy shaking and all she could do was cry.