Gil lit up a cigarette, then opened the window.
“Those things smell awful, Gil!” Oz griped, putting his hand over his nose and mouth. “Paaa! I need some fresh air.” He tugged his boots on and headed for the door.
“Let’s go for a walk then,” suggested Gil, grabbing his coat.
“Well, if you walk with me, smoking that thing then I have to
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