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Bloodsmoke2011:40 am
I didn’t manage to sleep too much. The sound of the kids playing outside woke me up. I was in need of a coffee, so I walked into the kitchen with a muddled head to prepare one. Caffeine is the only substance I am willing to take. Drugs manipulate the mind, but coffee doesn’t affect me with anything.
Where’s that pretty little girl who slept here?” asks my mother kindly while watching one of her soap operas.
I’d normally only answer by shrugging my shoulder, but she’s not even looking at me, so I have to respond verbally. The smell of smoke crawls up my nose. I can tell from its thickness that she has probably already smoked half a pack since she woke up this morning.
“She’s gone, but she’ll be back later,” I tell her impassively.
I hoped that she could hear th
