she smelled like an ashtray at a truck stop off the garden state that hasn't been emptied for 60 years and has just been piling up cigarettes and cigarettes and cigarettes and ash. every time she spoke and/or exhaled my eyes burned. i wish i was kidding, for her sake anyway. my eyes must have mistaken my work setting for a late night bar, i'll tell you that much.
bless that woman's heart.
...and lungs.
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