662. Smoking Hot Trumps Smoking


662. She was sitting on a bench. She was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. He walked over and sat on the bench. He said, "It's a beautiful day, isn't it? It's like you." She smiled and said, "Thank you." He pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He offered her one. She made a face and shook her head, saying, "You can't smoke in city parks, you know." He said, "Yes, I know." He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. He blew the smoke out slowly. She said, "Do you know how stupid you look when smoke comes out of your face? It reminds me of the smelly, dirty smoke that comes out of the tailpipe of an old car." She got up and walked away. He threw the cigarette onto the ground and stomped on it. He rushed after her. He yelled, "Wait up! That was my last cigarette—ever!" 1.5

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