More weird cabaret/ yet (pronounce the et in yet like cabaret)
Ugh. Love and death.
Shocked? Haven’t you figured out yet that that’s what this is all about?
Cigarettes, alcohol, more… Margery taught me to smoke. She taught me the rush,
as it rushed, the silky smooth, the heat, the rush… she taught me more than
that. If love is a toxin, it
might be nicotine. It takes root inside you and hungers for itself, and to
satisfy that hunger… well, we’ve all seen the commercials. But we do it anyway.
But sometimes, a cigarette is just a cigarette.
Margery wore a suit, long after the days when a woman in a suit meant vaudeville. She wore them unironically, seriously - for she knew that a suit on a man looks smart, and she knew that she was as smart as any man, if not smarter.
Margery wore a suit, long after the days when a woman in a suit meant vaudeville. She wore them unironically, seriously - for she knew that a suit on a man looks smart, and she knew that she was as smart as any man, if not smarter.
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