It Takes Two


The first day of quitting smoking is always the strangest. You’re vision feels fucked up, your mind is in a million different places and nowhere all at once. You can’t think, you can’t not think. Earlier a guy got on the elevator and pushed the floor that was before mine, so it meant one extra stop for me, I thought I might lose my mind, I imagined grabbing the guy and throwing him out of the elevator when we got to his floor.

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