The girl shakes her head, a golden tendril escaping from her perfect bun. She sighs again.
This day just keeps getting better and better.
But the boy just grins back at her and unwraps his cigarette, revealing a slender cylinder of chocolate.
"Good," he says playfully, breaking the candy in half. "I'm not either. And smoker girls kiss like ashtrays."
She rolls her eyes and takes the chocolate he offers her.
"How can someone kiss like an ashtray?" she asks, trying to hide her relief. The boy only smiles back mysteriously, sucking his lip ring into his mouth.
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