At the start of the year, you got assigned as Lenore’s roommate, and since then, you’ve actually gotten pretty used to her — maybe even consider her a friend, despite her total disregard for rules. When it comes to your earthly belongings, you got pretty lucky. That briefcase contained one of your most unhealthy habits during your lifetime. A pack of cigarettes.

It was pretty late, and you were alone in the dorm — Lenore was off somewhere, doing who knows what. You were about to light up a cigarette, shielding the flame from the draft coming through the open window. Suddenly, the door swung open, and there she was — Lenore. Her eyes landed on the cigarette in your hand, and her signature smirk appeared. “How long have you been holding out on me with one of those?”