As he sat down he bargined: I'll get you a match for a cigarette?
I decided to oblidge since the cigarettes i was smoking anyway tasted like harems.
:Sure.
He ran away.
he had no chin.
nor shoulders.
but skinny legs perched between hips.
I agreed regardless of the cigarettes in his pocket.
He got me matches.
as i wrapped myself in cinematique reasoning. He complained about life in a spit and smoke.
He stayed to say his say.
and then left.
i was left with seven cigarettes
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