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... pushing hard against the car. I stayed careful with the steering, not pushing it.
Nala watched the snow streak past the window, then exhaled. "Got a cigarette?"
"Jacket pocket," I said, shifting slightly.
She leaned in, grabbed the pack, took one, lit it, then slipped the pack back into my pocket. She wasn’t really a smoker, but moments like this did it to her.
"You should’ve told me about Carrie," she said, blowing a thick smoke.
"I know," I replied. "I’ ...
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