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He'd been going through them slowly. One every four days, about. There was a box, and it seemed like they were endless, but in truth, he knew they'd be gone far too quickly if he didn't exercise some self-control.
He smoked the cigar with the quiet precision of a connoisseur and, to be fair, addict, but he didn't drink the bourbon. That had to last. Emergencies came up.
The evening was perfect, and the sunset was so purple it practically didn't have any style at all, but he'd done work, today, and so he could try to enjoy it regardless. Anyway, he wasn't far from the compound, and it would be easy enough to walk back in the dark.
He might stay until it got dark.
He was debating it.
He'd see how long the cigar lasted, anyway.
He smoked the cigar with the quiet precision of a connoisseur and, to be fair, addict, but he didn't drink the bourbon. That had to last. Emergencies came up.
The evening was perfect, and the sunset was so purple it practically didn't have any style at all, but he'd done work, today, and so he could try to enjoy it regardless. Anyway, he wasn't far from the compound, and it would be easy enough to walk back in the dark.
He might stay until it got dark.
He was debating it.
He'd see how long the cigar lasted, anyway.