Nicotine

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The night I met him I smoked a cigarette. It was the middle of a long, tedious summer where the air was thick with the heat of the day, but the nights were cold. My thighs were covered in goose bumps and I itched under the thin blanket of dried sweat that covered my skin. Sitting outside the bar in a slightly-too-short cotton dress, I shivered as I listened to the soothing clink of beer glasses and struggled to blur out the sound of mindless small talk that rose and fell…

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Inspired by red wine and cheese. Often delirious, sometimes mad, trying not to be sad, and mostly compassionate. Life hack: If in doubt, quote Albus Dumbledore.

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Inspired by red wine and cheese. Often delirious, sometimes mad, trying not to be sad, and mostly compassionate. Life hack: If in doubt, quote Albus Dumbledore.

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