I waited. Waited. Waited some more. It was all just wasted energy. A wasted lack of energy. Bah New England. I need a cigarette. Food would be nice. It would be a privlage if I might. What time is it? Fuck. I've spend the past week or so in an oblivion of wondering: what time is it? how many cigarettes do I have? what time is it? why
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