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Cigarettes - Alex Beaton

I wrote this short story as a reflection of a dreadful personal experience. In the piece, it was my goal to express just how —when boiled down to it— looks can be deceiving. Not only looks but seemingly harmless actions, that left unchecked, can poison an entire atmosphere. This was a critique and a cautionary tale on the way in which some people do not have wavering morals, but rather no sense of them at all; how a person can exhibit no sense of sympathy or human decency towards others that have shown nothing but unconditional love and friendship. This piece ultimately works towards establishing that some people in this world have a personal agenda that takes precedent, even if that means harming others around them.

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