“You’re really not going to put that out, are you?”
“No.”
He swerved the car for a tight overtake. She kept leaning out the window. Breathing in, breathing out.
“It’s hurting my lungs. You have no right to hurt my lungs. Please go sit on the roof or something.”
“Shut up and drive, I’m doing the best I can.”
She kept lying limply out the window. Watching her cigarette burn furiously in the wind.
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