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     I nervously rub my already sweaty palms against my arms. I'm nervous as usual and the funny part is, he's smoking a cancer stick. He Inhales the stick , purring out the smoke through his nostrils. I cough, giving him space since his cigarette is still stuck in his mouth.

" My bad." He takes it out and throws the blunt on the floor before stepping on it , squeezing his shoe on it.

" We're cool?" He asks and raises his brows.

   I don't reply but stare at his eyes. I already lost my breath. It's so annoying he makes me nervous.

" You really don't have to keep