throwing an empty pack into the trash can, she pulled out a new box of marlboros; absentmindedly hit the box against the palm of her hand. this was not a new action. how much time has to lapse before muscle memory comes into play? 3 hours? that's when she peeled the clear plastic from the last box. mingling fresh outdoor air with her own fiery white smoke, she pressed her phone to her ears. what she really craved was contact. not superficial conversations on the weather, but conversations about life, about physical contact, with someone willing to pull her from her house, take her somewhere new instead of the same Chinese buffet.
pacing back and forth, a black lab watched her from behind a rusted chain-link fence, his canine eyes oblivious to her burning red hair falling in the saddest green eyes.
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