I don't smoke (never have). Once it was so common to be with smokers, wasn't it?
Empty pack - no cigarettes, but another pack has one. Should she smoke it now? Cigarette stained fingers stroked the tube. She teased her mouth with it, unlit, but lighter reachable, calming her a bit... How rare is it to tease oneself like this? Five minutes, and resolve dispersed. The flame flickered admirably. (She saw it.) Cigarette went gently to her mouth and she drew breath. Her nicotine heart thanked her once again. 8/28/2016
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