Urszula Martowicz

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I hadn’t been near a person smoking in a long time, and rather than being unpleasant the smell filled me with nostalgia. Cars packed with teens, college all-nighters, drugs, rock, cocktails, sex. I wouldn’t have minded if he’d blown the smoke right in my face rather than deliberately over his shoulder.
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