(Tip and toe) "My feet really hurt," she said.
It was midnight and she could hear the creeping of owls owning the night. The smell in the air was rich and fresh. The scent of trees and plants surrounded her. She looked up and a light, so dim, began to flicker. She placed her hand on her hip, and went for her back pocket. She took out the lighter and then got out a cigarette from her purse. She brought it near her mouth, and lit it.
"Ah," and just like that a cloud of smoke surrounded her.
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