“I loved her with everything I had: everything that was important to me just disappeared in a puff of smoke when she… — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
From each one of them rose separate columns of smoke, meeting in a pall overhead, and through the smoke came stabbing flashes… — Philip Gibbs Copy Share Image
I stepped outside to smoke a J and when I came back to the room, everybody just seemed to move. — Paul Simon Copy Share Image
