A freshly stubbed cigarette sat in a large glass Niagara Falls ashtray.
Thomas quietly snapped his finger, a little trick he did to remind himself he never wanted to smoke again. He was coming up on his nine-month anniversary of quitting. A full human gestation period, he told himself. Time to birth himself as a smoke-free human.
“Where’d ya get the tacky…
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