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[PODFIC] Strangers in the Street

Summary:

Bucky is eighteen, not stupid, so he shakes his head.

“No thanks, fella,” he says.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” the man says.

It’s such a funny thing to say that Bucky pauses, frowning. In between his fingers is the thin white cylinder, its ends neatly trimmed.

“You don’t know me,” he says.

“Maybe,” the man says. His voice is deep in a way that Bucky can’t catch, but can swallow. It rattles into him, a tenor so low it makes his jaw ache, warms him in the chilled night air. “I thought I did, once.”

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(Every five years, Bucky meets the same tall, blond stranger.)

Notes:

Technical Note: Google Drive sure is having a time of it- you'll have to save as/download the podfic unfortunately, as sudenly they don't autoplay on whatever media player google runs. :(