Lighting another cigarette, he breathes slowly... calmly. He can't wait to get back to the house. Tomorrow is payday. He could use a stiff drink. He looks in the rear view mirror and traces the new scar on his face with his finger before taking another hit off of this beautiful cancer stick. Slowly killing himself is his only last joy he has
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