The constant flick of the lighter was both a soothing and aggravating noise; soothing in the aspect of its familiarity, aggravating because you needed the damn thing to actually light. After fiddling with and shaking it numerous times, the flame finally decided to flicker to life in your hands and ignite the cigarette you held gently between your uncomfortably dry lips. As you inhale deeply and enjoy the smoke seep into your lungs, settle, and blow out, you feel your nervous shakes slowly dying down- You're finally calming down.
It's been a long day for you, between your father discovering...
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