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Void of pining or anything of the like. Still, pretty fun if you ask me.
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Primeval man standing in awe of the great flame, elemental god granting heat and light to his men. Now he grants nicotine. Inhale. A current of acrid smoke through the lips. They consider the slow death more inevitable than all others.
He inhales. And again. The end falls as ashes into the glass tray. And then the cigarette's stump, smited just so to extinguish the almighty god.
One hundred thousand Judases take their silver in unison.
He inhales. And again. The end falls as ashes into the glass tray. And then the cigarette's stump, smited just so to extinguish the almighty god.
One hundred thousand Judases take their silver in unison.
