Jackson stood by himself, glancing around at everything. He
pulled a cigarette from his pocket, grabbing his lighter and
lighting it. He popped it in his mouth, sliding the lighter back in
his pocket. He inhaled the smoke, blowing it out of his nose in
rings. He grinned. That was a talent he had taught himself. He took
another whiff, grinning. He loved smoking. It could probably hurt
him, but he didn't care.
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Oliver and Teresa rode on horses side by side. Teresa clicked her
tongue, speeding her horse up. Oliver followed, doing the same.
"Our horse riding skills always helped, hm?" Teresa said, her thin
fingers gripping the leather reins. Oliver nodded. "Yep." Oliver's
horse, Argo, snorted, as if he was laughing. Oliver giggled. Teresa
smiled, petting her own horse, named Juliet. It was a carmel horse
with white spots... Like her. She smiled.