today morning, i saw him smoking in the parking lot. i looked at him for a minute. longer than i thought. he looked at me too, probably thinking i'm judging him. his eyes were daring me to say something about his smoking. but i looked down and walked away.
it was the look in those eyes. his eyes spoke the words: 'it's none of your business'.
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Cigarettes | l.t.
Short StoryHe smoked when he was sad. And that was nearly always. I hated it. But it was none of my business.
