Gerard takes a last drag of his cigarette before he crushes it in the ashtray, watching the last embers try to hang on to their color before they give up and are sucked away by the wind. He smiles and shakes his head and puts his hands in his pocket. He opens the door to the café and smiles again because there’s nobody in line. He orders a drink ( Read more... )

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