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  • He’s got one cigarette.

    I guess he’s been smoking regularly for a while now. It sure was a long winter.

    It started as something to do when he’d get with friends—a way to be different, a way to outcast themselves. “Look at those kids. Just look at ‘em! Don’t give a damn about nothin’.” They gave a whole lot of damn, but didn't want you to know.

    But they’re gone and he’s here. And a hell of a winter that was.

    The winter’s over now.

    And if she’d ask him, that cigarette would be his last.
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