[ huh. julie pats down her pockets while she considers that and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of her hoodie — sorry quentin she's reached the point of drunk where smoking sounds great — and lifts one to her lips, leaving it perched there at the corner of her mouth. ]
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[ huh. julie pats down her pockets while she considers that and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of her hoodie — sorry quentin she's reached the point of drunk where smoking sounds great — and lifts one to her lips, leaving it perched there at the corner of her mouth. ]
Do you think she could?