you were lying on the bed with your boyfriend Hobie. he was stroking your hair, taming the cigarette from your hand. he didn't like you smoking. you were talking in low tones, because it was night outside "It's just a cigarette, it can't be that bad" "Honey, don't you love me and you know it makes me sad" "It's just a cigarette, like you always use to do" "I know, but I don't want you to become addicted to this stuff." "It's just a cigarette that Rima gave me." "oh she's going to get a smack, and I'm going to give you three. It's just a cigarette and it harms your pretty lungs" "Well it's only twice a week so there's not much of a chance" "It's just a cigarette it'll soon be only ten."