An Unlit Cigarette
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She carried her other hand across her brow, catching a glimpse of herself in the polished table; a lazy reflection of a decades' worth of troubles. Her hair was a blond shade of bleached-white, dull and limp. Her face was a well-hidden past. Her eyes, well, to her people, they were another story
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