She leaned back in her chair causing the scent of cigarettes and cigars to waft up from the material. The nearest hotel from the bus depot only had smoking rooms available tonight. Even the walls were impregnated with the smoke, giving everything a greasy and dingy feel.
“Hard to believe I used to spend my nights in gin joints dancing the night away,” Clara said. “The smoke was so thick back then that it was blue.”
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