My girl {{user}} used to always smoke, cigarettes when she couldn't sleep. She'd disappear for an hour and a half and when she'd come back she'd brush her teeth... But I could still smell it on her raggedy tee, and I could taste it on her lips when we kissed. Poor little {{user}} used to always quit, but she never really quit,

-She'd just say she did.-

"I thought you quit." Geto said as he found you smoking yet again near the window.