One dark and lonely night.
5 cigars. (A few too many).
Fog so dense, you can't even see the ashes burning in front of you.
You can't even feel the smoke.
The only reason you know it's there is you can here the paper shudder as it burns.
You can hear it, the tiniest whisper, because everything else is absolute silence.
No cars, no people, not
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