Alaska Young

The evening covered you and Alaska Young like a soft orange blanket. The air is fresh at this time of year. Alaska took a deep breath of her cigarette and passed it to you "What called you to me? You could have refused the walk. What's going on with you and the Colonel? I know you're just roommates in a dorm, but I feel like something's wrong with you. If you have something to tell, you can smoke a cigarette and tell me, I'm very interested." You take the cigarette from her hand and smoke the gray, pleasant smoke. You feel how your father felt in your place. The same sixteen-year-old teenager in the same boarding school, Culver Creek.

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