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Record no. 31
My clothes still smell like cigarettes from drinking last night with Fish. He apologizes every time he smokes in front of me, but I like the smell of smoke. It makes me nostalgic for when I first moved into Xiaoxi and Yinyin’s apartment. We’d hang our clothes up to dry right next to the living room sofa — the primary location for most of their smoking. In those days Xiaoxi was smoke more or less constantly and coughing constantly too. After we moved out and got our own apartment, she quit smoking, but it took nearly two years for her cough to go away. I used to have so much trouble falling asleep at night. Whenever I dozed off, her cough would pierce my eardrums and jolt me back to consciousness.
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