Smoke

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"Since when do you smoke?" she asked, her eyes never leaving the cigarette that balanced between his full, but chapped lips.

"I don't know," he replied with a shrug, "one day I wasn't smoking, and then one day I was."

"Lots of things seem to be happening like that recently," she sighed, finally looking away as her eyes followed the smoke that drifted through the air and towards the stars that danced above them.

"Yeah, one day you loved me and then one day you didn't."

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