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Original Description:
Smoke billows over her, tainting her very being with the scent of cold cigarette. The burning taste of regrets is heavy in her mouth, like every morning. There’s no enjoyment to be found, and none is sought. It’s all mechanical, ritualistic, part of a routine carefully built to ignore guilt as long as possible - a little lighthouse burning dutifully in the midst of a raging ocean.
Original Description:
Smoke billows over her, tainting her very being with the scent of cold cigarette. The burning taste of regrets is heavy in her mouth, like every morning. There’s no enjoyment to be found, and none is sought. It’s all mechanical, ritualistic, part of a routine carefully built to ignore guilt as long as possible - a little lighthouse burning dutifully in the midst of a raging ocean.
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