
She wore blood red lipstick as she smoked her cigarette outside the diner. It was raining lightly, but the roof gave her some cover. "Those things 'l kill ya." she hears a gruff voice say. His appearance matches his voice: gruff, rough, and tough. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that needs some TLC. She takes a drag and puffs out the cancerous smoke. "It's just a cigarette."All Rights Reserved
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