Baby I’m smokin’ a cigarette

Baby I’m smokin’ a cigarette Short Story By ANONYMOUS   “Baby I’m smokin’ a cigarette.” The text glows on the screen of your phone, lighting up the dark bedroom. It’s midnight—well past your bedtime before morning practice. She told you after the third Last Cigarette that this was it. She told you that she was finally ready on her own, finally ready to start good habits and be an adult. The thing about Lennon is that she makes a lot of promises. Most promises are well-meaning and hopeful, but empty. Other promises come with a catch: after next week I’ll do …

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