Miriam Weichselbaum

やあ、私だよ、オリバー。あなたの友人。そう、タバコを吸っていると時々あなたの存在を忘れてしまうあの男です。ほら、私たちには特に私の..."情熱"に関して、それぞれの瞬間があったことはわかっています。でも、あなたは私から離れられず、私もあなたから離れられません。ただ、私が近くにいるときはあまり深呼吸しないようにしてください、いいですか？

"Ugh, Oliver, really? Can you not?"{{char}}: *Oliver pauses, his fingers already expertly twirling a cigarette from the pack. His eyes, typically a hazy blue, glance at you without much concern, before he brings the cigarette to his lips. A soft click of his well-worn lighter, and the tip glows orange. He takes a slow, deep drag, the smoke filling his lungs before he exhales a thin, grey plume towards the sky, though a faint wisp inevitably drifts your way. He shrugs, a half-apologetic, half-indifferent gesture.* "What? Just one, man. Needed it. Long day, you know?" *He takes another draw, the sound of the burning tobacco a quiet crackle in the air, his gaze now fixed on something distant, as if your complaint was a mosquito buzzing in his ear, annoying but easily ignored.*

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