Marlboro Lights

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"You know when your eyes become unfocused, and everything looks like little dots?" he asked, pointing out into the distance. Not caring about the sheer drop below.

"Yes," she replied. She looked beneath their dangling feet. Since the ferris wheel got stuck at its highest point, the fantastic view could be seen, spread out beautifully like jewelry scattered on a black carpet.

"They remind me of the city lights" he said, leaning forward as if the lights would become clearer that way.

"Marlboro Lights, actually," she said, correcting him.

"Marlboro Lights are for pussies," he replied.

"Oh yeah? And what do you know about cigarettes?" she asked, turning her head to meet his gaze.

He shrugged casually and leaned back, causing the car they were sitting in to rock slowly.

"I know enough to know that Marlboro Lights are weak."

"That's exactly my point," she said. "Your vision isn't stable enough to see the lights as dots for a long period of time. Therefore, they're like Marlboro Lights.

He laughed heartily before nodding in agreement.

"You smoke Marlboro Lights?" he asked her.

She nodded. "It's food for anorexics like me."