It's the little things. How she dismissively flicks the match away. How her lips wrap around the tip of a cigarette. How she blows the smoke at your face. You welcome the poisonous fumes, as a blessing and a chance to get close to her. Anything, to be on the radar for her. But the cigarettes... it just became... something special to you, didn't it? Something you couldn't notice at first, but felt it, every time you witnessed her indulge this little habit. Join me for a cigarette, as I speak to you, my little pet.
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