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Feb 2016
We died as I passed him the cancer stick, he glanced past his seat to my hand where i held it. Carassed between my fingers. He looked death straight on before we even knew we were dying.
Smoking and driving
Madeysin
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     Vanessa Gatley and Madeysin
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