Agitation She fumbled furiously through her rucksack. Sweat beading on her forehead and fingers slipping over her belongings, flinging them out of the way, searching. "I'm really not in the mood for this." she said to no one. Finding her cigarettes had always been hard for Mickey but the task had become some twisted form of torture today along with everything else that had happened. She was right, she was not in the mood. Only a smoker can manage to completely lose a box larger than the palm of your hand in what is essentially a giant pocket and only a smoker would let it ruin their entire day. Filling their daylight hours with relentless agitation and 'shitty' attitude.
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