She bent over and lit her Marlboro off the stove, inhaling a drag before the image of her mother came to mind. "Memories of home," she thought watching the ash glow red before she set the cylinder against the lip of the saucer she'd been using for an ashtray. The cigarette burned down against the ceramic dish scorching an amber ring into the
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