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Oct 2014
I sat outside, counted the number of cigarettes I could finish before someone would notice that I was gone.

I don't know how long it's been since I was
able to say that I didn't feel like this pack of cigarettes.

-h
Halen
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Halen  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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