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(Originally posted on 14th Nov, 2015)


She grabbed her cigarette box and pulled out the last one from it.

Mystiqua was a chain smoker.

Some blamed her group of friends.

Some her work pressure and some blamed her.

She stood on the terrace and blew out circles of smoke.

She walked inside.

She sat on the couch.

Held her stomach.

The baby kicked.

She was 26 weeks pregnant.

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