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Matt sat on the stairs in front of the Book Store he resided above. Slouching back he drew his recently lit cigarette to his lips and drew back deeply. He watched the empty street before him through amber tinted goggles, positively bored out of his mind and unable to think of anything to do rather than sit and smoke. Laying back flat before the door, Matt rested his free hand beneath his head and stared up at the white ceiling. Perhaps he could lie down and smoke for a change. Yeah. That'd be fun.