There you are again … sitting on the floor next to me … ignored and hoping for a tinge of attention … pathetic! I know you watch me as I sit there, texting on my phone, enjoying my cigarette – watching every movement of my lips, and eyes … but something else caught your attention, right? The bottle on the table? Yes, I know you’re craving to taste it … why don’t you take a sip? Refined with ash from my cigarette? And the cigarette butt? You’re going to drink it anyway, won’t you? You know you want it … and need it … and you don’t care that I used the glass as my ashtray, do you?! Maybe I’ll blow the smoke and ash into your face?! Maybe burn you with the tip of the cigarette? I know you’d even enjoy that … pathetic … but you can’t help it, can you loser?!

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