One day, she won't have to hide her cigarettes. She'll sit in her window or on her balcony, taking nonchalant puffs while overlooking the city. Or maybe she would be snuggled up on her couch, in an oversize T-shirt and lace panties, with a cup of green tea and a Harry Potter book. Maybe she would answer a phone call, throw on some jeans, and head down to the Starbucks on 45th to meet the guy she's been seeing. Maybe they'd sit through a short coffee chat, and then sneak away to make love on his rooftop penthouse.
One day she won't be typing this dream of hers on a square laptop screen, procrastinating her paper, and craving that cigarette hidden upstairs.
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