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enigma
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my finger brushed his left wrist lightly.
"so what are you ?"
he looked up, his mass of shoulder length hair falling away from his face as he did so.
"what do you think?" he murmured, an enigmatic smile escaping his usually pursed lips.
familiar was the pentagram inked in black atop his wrist bone.
"you're definitely not jewish" i replied as he took a swig from his pint of guinness from the bartender.
he shrugged , lit up and continued staring into oblivion.
he didn't even take a single puff before the fag burned itself out later.
