Innocent Bystander: The Sickening Stench and Reality of Being a Non-Smoker
By Mojdeh Malekan
My hair and clothes stank of stale smoke and I hadn't even touched a cigarette. In my exhaustion, I went for a shower and climbed straight into bed. The next afternoon I woke up to stale, stinky hair, and what had become a stale and stinky bed. My mother was hovering over my head, sniffing my clothes, and glaring. Do I have to live with this? No, I won't if Mayor Michael Bloomberg has anything to say about it.
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