This morning, around eight-thirty, I stepped outside to have a cigarette. I wanted to pull off my pants because I had the boxers I wore to bed last night underneath, but I refrained. It wasn't cold outside, but there was a little dusting of snow on the ground. I lit my cigarette with a match, and I stood on the hill, just listening to music
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