she lighted the ciggy slowly. puffed one and another two. she drunk the coffee slowly too. no rush baby. the world can turn like a mad ball. but not the moment for my ciggy and coffee. she tried to debate with herself. as always the evil herself win the thought.
she puffed again. it would be her last ciggy but not the coffee. she said to me once, coffee can fucking absorbs all her iron in the body. i saw her been in hell for lack of iron. nearly a legume bitch. couldn't move her legs properly. she walked with a stick almost like a granny. still she would drink coffee regularly and eat more lentils.
she turned off the ciggy. she picked her pack of Drum Blond Ivoire and put it in her bag. i think it will be her last pack of the day.
the evil always win and pay the debt later.
there was never a last ciggy of the day.
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