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I think it's job stress, but I've been particularly apprehensive lately about stepping outside at night for a cigarette. Even when I go from my bedroom to the kitchen late at night, I can't do it in the dark (even though it's not that dark). When outside smoking at night, I feel a little paranoid about being outside the boundary of the house itself. It's a very quiet suburban neighborhood, with the loudest noise being the wind rustling in the trees. I even got spooked by a cat fight the other night.
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