A crack of light shone through a rip in the curtain. Dust mingled with light, and the pieces of sunshine drifted to the ground. The air smelled of smoke, breathed in and breathed out. A woman with dirt brown hair sat limp in a dying armchair. Beside her was a mound of cigarettes, their smoke already breathed in.
A young girl tugged at her arm.
The woman did not rouse.
Instead she fell to the floor, blood dripping from her nose.
The girl screamed.
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