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Scrap paper 4

He takes in the smoke and the fire glows brighter for an instant. His palm cups his chin; his fingers spread across his mouth.The cigarette is nestled between the soft flesh of his fingers and the soft, wet flesh of his lips. His eyes are closed. His mind lights up with the excitement of yet another substance. And the smoke seeps out of his nose.

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