Smoke: Love Across The Colour Bar

We stood there kissing while the others filed off and when we finally left I discovered who it was: the chick playing Frenchy. And she was black. With an incredibly pink tongue. I considered marrying her briefly (I was girlfriend-less right my way through school), but the problem was that she lived in some way out place in the Kouebokkeveld.

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