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He whispers to me when my heart begins to beat faster in anger. Fear. Worry.
From our third floor apartment, the autumn breeze is blowing through the screen door on our deck. We sniff appreciatively and smile to ourselves; our favorite season is beginning.
But before too long, our noses wrinkle. My head begins to ache, and I realize that the cool breezes we were inhaling have been tainted with the smell of cigarette smoke, from the neighbor on his deck below. In irritation, I close the sliding glass door against the smoke, and, unfortunately, against the beautiful crisp air we were enjoying.
He whispers to me when my heart begins to beat faster in anger. Fear. Worry.
From our third floor apartment, the autumn breeze is blowing through the screen door on our deck. We sniff appreciatively and smile to ourselves; our favorite season is beginning.
But before too long, our noses wrinkle. My head begins to ache, and I realize that the cool breezes we were inhaling have been tainted with the smell of cigarette smoke, from the neighbor on his deck below. In irritation, I close the sliding glass door against the smoke, and, unfortunately, against the beautiful crisp air we were enjoying.
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