[She stops just a pace before him, the railing separating them, and reaches out to casually snag the cigarette between his fingers as it rests there. She lifts it to her lips and takes a long, satisfying, downright professional drag, despite the fact that she never smokes herself.
There. Maybe now you'll shut-up.
And then she casually extends the lipstick-stained cigarette back to him.
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[She stops just a pace before him, the railing separating them, and reaches out to casually snag the cigarette between his fingers as it rests there. She lifts it to her lips and takes a long, satisfying, downright professional drag, despite the fact that she never smokes herself.
There. Maybe now you'll shut-up.
And then she casually extends the lipstick-stained cigarette back to him.
Exhale.]
These things'll kill ya.