Where There is Smoke
I thought the hotel was on fire, but I realized it was the smokers at the other end of the floor. They must all start smoking at the same time. All the smokers at work do, you can set your watch by them. Every hour they go outside and smoke, as if a voice in their head told them, hey you, it's light up time.
I'm glad I never got into that. I tried but failed, and it is one failure that I'm grateful for.
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