After lunch I like to smoke a cigarette.
It just makes everything taste so much better. I only have four left to last me
till I get home. And where did I put my lighter? Man, I’ve forgotten it before and
than I have to ask Nate for his. He creeps me out something fierce. I think he
likes me. Ah, here it is, front pocket! Here he comes again.
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