Something had aggravated her allergies, and soon little white and red spots began to break out all over her body, covering it like a sort of camouflage fatigue. Her friend noticed it before she did, “You’re breaking out in hives.” To which she replied, “Shit - where’s my lighter?” She then found the lighter and the clove she was digging for, and after a dozen or so attempts to light it, deeply inhaled, exhaling a mass of smoke and cold winter air like a horizontal nuclear detonation.
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