this morning i walked across the street to buy a lighter, and in the case on the counter were the specialty cigarettes. i decided to buy a pack of djarling blacks because the taste of cloves reminds me of past bonfires and pbr, jungle juice parties where kids named noah puke pink, of ditching boyfriends and towing cars, and waking up in the middle
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