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I have a green guitar pick on the floor. He just stood up and talked to me. "Hey, man. You want a cigarette?" "No," I laughed. "No, man. They're cool. You want one?" Still laughing, I said, "Well, do you have one you can give me." "Don't need to," he said, "check your pockets." I checked my pockets. There were no cigarettes. He was laughing. "Got ya. You have to go to 7-11 to buy some."