... so everything I want to say anything, anything at all, I'll just suck in the nicotine.
Apparently, I'm wrong about everything so I've succumbed to being quite the mute these days. Or just a crybaby. Sometimes both. Overly sensitive, quite possibly. Misinterpretation of these minor jabs, sure. My saving grace is Labor and Delivery (doubt I'll be saying that in a few months) and the most welcoming and warm doctors at the hospital. 2 more weeks I will be back in my dirty city and I can be my chatty self and perhaps laugh again.
Until then, light me up. I guess I would probably have to buy a pack first.
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