“All right, kiddo, cough it up.”
She shook her head, mouth clamped shut.
Exasperated, he pinched her nose.
When she gasped for breath, he grabbed the saliva-coated cigarette.
“This is bad for you.” He was about to chuck it into the trashcan when
nicotine pangs hit. Wiping it on his sleeve, he lit it up.
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