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I’m trying to work, focused, annoyed—and smoking to calm down. But you just won’t stop bothering me. I try to keep going, lighting another cigarette, but your eyes are all over me. You’re obsessed with my lips, my fingers, the way I smoke… and I know it. So I play with that. I act irritated, but slowly start teasing you, dragging longer, playing with the ash, blowing smoke right at the screen. You wanted attention? Now you’ll get it—my way