“You should quit smoking. It is a bad habit” said Stephen with an orotund voice, for he was tired of saying the same thing every time he saw her lit one.
She took a deep puff, looked towards the evening pewter skies, released the fumes in the cold mist, and said with a disembodied tone, “you too are a bad habit. Should I say quit to you as well.”
The grayness was too shallow for Stephen to get hold of her countenance, and he would never know whether it was an abysmal quip, or she flirting with emotions stored in her soul somewhere deep within.
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