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“I don’t like that you smoke,” Sheldon said, arms crossed. “It’s not healthy.”
Mary gave him a sad smile. “I know, Shelly. But sometimes...a cigarette helps me feel better when things get hard.”
"But I worry about you," he frowned.
She sat beside him. “Don’t worry about me, okay? It’s my job to worry about you.”
“I can’t help it,” Sheldon admitted. “Ever since I found you smoking in the car, I—”
Mary cut him off with a hug, wrapping her arms around him. “It’s okay, baby. I promise I'm okay.”
Sheldon held his mom tightly, not letting go.