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Post by REAGAN TAYLOR on Oct 3, 2012 17:33:50 GMT -5
 "i just need a cigarette..."
Last night was tough. Reagan barely got any sleep and it was already the morning after. She was off work for both her tattoo job and being a bartender, so today would be her only relaxing day. Wobbling over to her bed, she thought about what she could do to relax herself. She could use a drink...and a cigarette. Reagan smiled at those prospects, but thought of them as overdone. That's what she always did every time this day came up.
Then she realized. A change of scenery. That was what caused Reagan to fall in love with Stony Brook in the first place. It was a fucking beautiful town and she could drink and smoke somewhere calmer. Her apartment simply was too depressing. Maybe a place where Buddhist monks go to meditate or some shit like that would be good right now. Reagan looked outside for ideas and saw the trees outside. The forest. That'd be nice. Making up her mind, she changed into something moderately comfortable for her and prepared a drink to put in her trusty thermos (a bloody Mary sounded good). After the preparation, she readied her purse with her wallet, matches, cigarettes, and camera before she set off and walked.
"Huh. It is beautiful."
Reagan smelled the air and took in the scenery. The forest looked almost magical right now. Taking out a cigarette, she lit it and began to smoke. Already a feeling of de-stress was overcoming her and last night (almost) faded away.
"Wonder if anyone else comes here." Reagan remarked, puffing out a cloud of smoke.
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Notes: Ah, the dreaded starting post...
Tags: Rosemary
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