Shaking one out, she lit up the cigarette and inhaled deeply, instantly feeling her headache subside.
Ahh. Just what she’d needed.
Exhaling, she spritzed the air with freshener and studied her reflection in the dresser mirror, noting with mild surprise how dark and lifeless her eyes looked.
It was almost as if they belonged to someone else.
Taking another deep drag, she exhaled, spritzed the air again, then slowly smiled at herself and said:
“Give us a kiss.”
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