Morning pages April 24, 2018

Finn and Tich flanked me, as if protecting me from a mob, but we were alone. As we reached the smokers pit, Tich turned me around like I’d been blindfolded at a birthday. In the same swift and slick move, she stuck a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. She stood back and lit one for herself.

“Breathe,” she said.

I didn’t know whether or not to obey that.

“Jesus Christ,” Finn said. She didn’t smoke, instead taking out a compact out of her jacket to check her face.

“I’m so jealous of your pockets,” Tich said, waving her little purse around.

“I really like your suit, Finn,” I said. “It’s sharp as shit.”

“Thanks, bro,” she said.

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