She smokes her cigarette out the window of her bedroom, waiting for the nightingale to call and the street racers to come down the freeway. In the six years she’s lived in her house, she’s only smoked in it twice before. The first time when there was a rainstorm, and the second time when there was a rainstorm. There is no rainstorm today. That means the cars will come out.
Well I would for sure read the rest of this book. I’m fully invested in this woman with just this much dialogue. 🤷🏼♀️
Cigarettes are that friend who will always say, "Aw Hell no."
i wish i could write like this.
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Is it worse when you find the chat or when you know it’s there but you can’t get to it? Asking for a friend...
I'm hooked on this story.
Is this a true story with pseudonyms? Sending love. 5 weeks is not a good excuse
So relatable. I wish I had seen proof. I would have left a lot earlier.
More please...we need to know what happens next.