"Aren't we all," she murmurs. She finishes her cigarette, and doesn't light another. This time, she makes her way to the window and props it open to air out the room, even though it's fucking cold out.
"In the summer, I'll start smoking outside," she declares. "And maybe by winter, I'll quit." Baby steps.
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Date: 2017-03-16 02:05 pm (UTC)"In the summer, I'll start smoking outside," she declares. "And maybe by winter, I'll quit." Baby steps.