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when he smokes, he frowns and shows you the art of serious inhalation. his eyes converge to focus on the tip of the burning object. into the far corner of universe he exhales. you just want to ask him to keep doing it, and never stop. you want the smoke to smother you, you wish to speed up the watering of your eyes. you think aloud, "how great would it be, if i could create the same effect on that person that walks into my fate?"