After three cups did I finally feel light.
It made me feel woozy, though.
It made me feel sluggish.
It made me feel good.
It felt better than being alone.
"How's that mate?"
I scrunched up my face to what I hope was a smile, before raising my beer to clank his. Max smiled.
"Bottoms up."
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Nicotine
Short StoryAbout a boy who smokes, And a girl who doesn't want him to, But mostly about how she seems to save him. © by Sydney Druckman 2022. Early matters subject to change.
