Smoke


I’m sitting in my home office with the window open. Some lady just walked by with her daughter, about four years old. After they passed, I—sitting inside, twenty feet back from the sidewalk—smelled a strong odor of burning tobacco.

Yech. If I can smell it, that little girl’s lungs (she was between the smoker and me) are full of it.

Just yech.


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