But there’s something about his generosity, his kindness, that makes her feel weighted down and sad. He is buoyant – of another dimension, one that does not experience the friction of the world in the same way she does. His fingers dart around the edges of a cigarette he twirls in his hand, and all she can think is ease. She has never felt that. She is more like the cigarette itself, passed from hand to mouth to earth, sucked dry and then forgotten.
-Alma Katsu
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