xx.

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He stops breathing

for a smoke.



I'll bring more packets on my way
back.



When I was in middle school, and he was in college, he would offer me
to join him because I always carried
a lighter.



I would tell him that I only used
it to burn driftwood.



The smile at that time only reminded me of square gum.

Chew

Chew

Swallow







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