Fresh air, you say as you prepare to inhale tobacco and other unsavory chemicals for the sake of a very poor habit and coping mechanism.

[It's jealousy talking, mostly. She'd quit, but there always was, and always would be that niggling craving. And it had been a little rough the past few days. Just one wouldn't hurt? No. No. Chemical dependance isn't healthy.

...

She thinks while having a caffeine addiction.

Merde.]