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As she walked through the house, she carried a lit cigarette, casually, as if it meant nothing.

She was with someone else, one of their daughters, perhaps, who seemed oblivious, as well, to what was happening.

When he followed after them and said she couldn't be doing that, it wasn't clear how, or if, she had responded. Like a ghost, perhaps, whose own presence was like the smoke drifting off into the air from her cigarette.

He told her that he couldn't be with her, if this were how it was to be, that they both needed things to be different. That he'd thought they could be.

Afterwards, when there was nothing more to be said, he felt his love flow out to her, enveloping her, and hers flowing back to him.

And then they both disappeared, like the smoke, as in a dream...

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