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another smoking marathon - monotony was never this fun. we huffed and puffed and rolled down brown grassy hills that poke at ones legs. night fell and everyone wanted it but shameful feelings sometimes get in the way, along with all the coyness. heavy dirt roads were trecked and car sing-a-longs went well. chain smoking and chess playing were acted on while taking warm watery sips of dreadful coffee in to-go cups. dirty half-jokes went on and on and on and on and on. tension. and finally - oh look! we're all laughing at charming cartoons from my glowing tube. it ended in warm bodies. i believe there's room for advancement.