I'm sitting up at rendez-vous reading "Time's Arrow" by Martin Amis. The room is pretty empty except a guy I knew in highschool, Carl, and a twenty-something lesbian reading a textbook. Carl has been nice enough to let me use his computer for a moment. I light a cigarette, and like some airborne virus the other two in the room are smoking within
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