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The time was exactly 1 o'clock in the morning,what use to be the smell of her room has now been replaced into a new and overwhelming scent.Filling up each and every corner of the room was the smell,of tobacco.A box of dunhill 14's was lying on the bed.Two cigarette buds left inside it were both convincingly jerking out,but in different levels.Between her fingers was what happens to be the 12th.She inhaled,promising herself that it would be the last just like she did to the 11 buds before it.It has been six months since she first started smoking.Right after her father left for another woman,she began buying cigarettes and hasn't stopped since.Her mom knows,but she never really said anything.She didn't really understood as to why she started smoking but she thought its just an easy escape she could get to anytime,anywhere.Or perhaps a show of anger.Reluctantly,after the last inhalation she pressed the bud onto her candle holder and heads to the window.Throws out all the dusts from the candle holder,and left the window open to release the smell thats been lingering.She then got on her bed,pulls her blanket and tried to go to sleep.Her eyes were wide shut but her mind,well,was just wasn't fully ready for the next morning.