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billows of smoke curled out from the cracks of his lips. i pretended not to notice, but it didnt do any good. i hope he didnt catch my changing facial expression each time he exhaled. we talked, and i asked him a question, smiled and nodded. it was one of those converstations sparked by, "hey pretty girl" the ones that usually shut him down cold. the ones that make you clutch your purse a little closer, and make your step a little more brisk, but this time i stopped. the man sitting next to him was bundled up in a yellow raincoat and had a black spotted nose. i smiled and caught myself before i complimented him on the color of his coat. i continued my conversation with attempts to avoid touchy subjects, but my eyes were caught on his black stained fingernails and the cigarette butt burning shorter and shorter.