Jack: God, I’m dying for a cigarette
Louisa: Never knew you smoked
Jack: Only when I’m stressed
Scott: You want one then? I’ve got a pack in my bag.
Jack: Yes please!
Louisa: You smoke too, Scott?
Scott: No, I just carry them for when people ask
Louisa: How often do they ask?
Scott: This is the first time
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