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Smoking a cigarette, recently stolen from the drawer of the man who lives with you, sitting on the gray asphalt paved path, which now turns greenish in the afternoon light thanks to the coloring of the door, is not a bad way to pass. the time you have to spare. Staring at the multiple faces passing by should just be boring, but it hurts his chest like a broken heart.
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