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Comfort.

the way you drag your cigarettes. so brand new, every moment, every conversation or none at all. yet you fear new. you fear discomfort. but keeping on, dragging, your cigarettes. as if you are confident you aren't now losing time when time is the most precious, dragging, detail, of our every day opportunities.
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