September 6, 2044, 2:30 PM, basement
Mother doesn't speak to me on most days, but when she does, she tells me to bring her things, like her cigarettes
I wonder why she like them so much
I took one out when she wasn't looking and went back to my room
I've seen her light them so this should work
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