... "Never smoke, it's bad," he spoke,holding a cigaret in his hand, "but you can kiss people who smoke, that wouldn't hurt you." He said with a cheeky smile, he turned the corner and he was gone, leaving nothing but a scent of smoke and a distant nervous laugh. That's the moment when my heart melted, almost as if he was the sun and I the ice cream, the moment I realised he was to be nothing more than sweet Turkish words.
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