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One month
One week
One day
One hour
One minu—you get the drift—since my last smoke
“You can't ban smoking from Manny’s.”
Brandon stood behind me as I put up the no-smoking sign. I’d slipped the night I got Naly’s tattoo on my arm. That whole day had been too much in general. Almost all of Channing’s crew had come to the warehouse. They’d put up seven speakers around the yard and inside. There’d been three bonfires. A DJ. A taco truck had pulled in. Someone ordered pizza as well, and the entire night passed in a drunken blur.
Too much booze, and so many people had been smoking, I’d succumbed.
I only got one puff in before Channing took the cigarette from me and led me away, but damn it—that puff seemed to have lingered in my lungs since then.
Every time I walked from t
