I exhaled a ring of cigarette smoke into the cool night air, my eyes fixed on Betty's stern face as she crossed her arms. "Help is what you need," she declared, her voice a mix of concern and scorn. I smirked, raising an eyebrow as I replied, "It's not an addiction, Betty," my tone dripping with playful defiance. Her eyes rolled in exasperation as she snapped back, "Stop calling me that, and yes, you will die soon." I burst into laughter, bending my torso in exaggerated mirth. "I fucking hope I do!" I joked, though a hint of darkness lurked behind my grin.We walked together toward the exit, our footsteps mingling with the chatter of others. Outside the gate, a rust colour car idled, its presence sending a shiver of anxiety through me. I popped a piece of gum into my mouth and listened as voices discussed upcoming exams with nervous energy."You coming to the pub?" someone called out. I shook my head, dismissing the offer with a quiet goodbye. "See ya!" Betty's voice rang out, and I
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