An Open Letter To The Woman Smoking Beneath My Window

Clearing the air.

Dear 3rd Floor Resident,

We haven’t met, but I live above you. More specifically, our apartments are identical in layout. I, of course, have higher ceilings, but I digress. Each morning, I wake and walk to my kitchen table purchased at a bargain from Target to sit at my laptop and begin the business of my day. I always open the…

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