"You see… I’m on my last cigarette, and I’m trying to decide when to light it up.
Instant gratification sounds nice, but waiting gives me some kind of noble cause.Except it’s not my cigarette. It’s yours."
I decided she lit up here:
"Only you thrive on that sh*t, so I suppose that it’s best if I just keep telling you the things you want to hear, to dumb it down so it’s clear."
and it was still burning as her mind spoke the last words...
so I felt it was a fitting image to the end of your excellent piece.