"Smoked?" she shook her head. "A little, back in the days of my misspent youth."
White cigarettes, with long black holders. She smoked them in opera gloves, her shoulders trimmed with mink. Natasha didn't regard those days with fondness, but she could not muster for them the warmth of regret.
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White cigarettes, with long black holders. She smoked them in opera gloves, her shoulders trimmed with mink. Natasha didn't regard those days with fondness, but she could not muster for them the warmth of regret.