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10th Avenue, corner pocket. You asked for a light and I happened to be there.
I had too many, you were friendly. West 50th and I can't stop thinking about the pattern on your shirt and that maybe goodbye was a bad thing. We shared a cigarette and I didn't tell you, but when you gave it back to me it was damp and gross.
You left in a cab and I yelled or swore or both, your friends rushing goodbye wtf was their problem el oh el.
If you see this and remember me, tell me what your first cigratte was.
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