Fight Club fanfiction hidden on my computer? Really? REALLY? It's dated from 2008.
Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Marla’s slightly glazed over eyes watched the swirl smoke from her drag drift upwards, slowly vanishing in the soft, but cold, breeze. Well, fuck. She thought. That was the most beautiful thing she’d seen all day. Today had been just another Tuesday. Wake up. Smoke. Fall back asleep. Wake up again. Smoke. Drag self to support groups. Hang around Tyler’s. Smoke. Have sex with Tyler. Smoke. Drag self back to support groups. Go home and masturbate to Disney soundtracks. Smoke. Currently, she was enjoying one of the many scheduled smokes.
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