I Loved Smoking

Yes, she’d tried a Juul at Brooklyn Bowl’s teen night, but she’d barely even felt anything—until she went home and ate her entire bag of Halloween candy during the span of a six-minute YouTube cheek-contouring tutorial.

There was something in Etienne that made him sympathetic to self-destruction of all kinds, for he would have gladly blown himself to smithereens for fun, if only it wouldn’t have interfered so permanently with his plans.