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8:01am nov. 5th
"you have a sick habit" the cashier said to me as i placed five cigarette packs on the counter before her
she knows i'm here everytime those packs run out i looked up at her through the strands of hair that fell gently over my eyes "a bad habit" i then said back
she tilted her head to the side and asked — "what's the difference?" i clicked my tongue and pushed the strands of hair behind my ears
"do you really think i can smoke up five entire packs of smokes that quickly?" the cashier then gave a confused look
"now a sick habit would be smoking up all of these and coming back at the end of the week, every week just to get more and repeat—"
she nodded and handed me the packs and a receipt
" — the bad part would be that the only reason i'm buying so much is to see you."
i walked out and she was left with silence and the sound of a bell as i left
