Normally I wouldn't get so angry about this.
When Kitty started smoking,
And
Mel started smoking,
And
Melissa started smoking,
AND THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD STARTED SMOKING,
I didn't care. Not really. It wasn't my problem.
And on New Year's day, when we were waiting outside of McDonald's for it to open at seven in the morning, and Mel was smoking...
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