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( Luck’s found him — She be damned . A block or so away , and here he stands . Distance not yet so hazed as to ignore sight between the two .
An barely seen gesture . He’s got a fresh pack . )
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( * … 🌀🌀🌀 )
( * Fingers brushing against an empty matchbook as he’s itching for a smoke—just his luck. )
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