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In your hand


In your hand you hold something capable

of destroying, something that makes

walls yellow. Something that blackens the

 pink. Something that makes the green

disappear. Something that could tear

a unit into pieces. Something

bad. Something that is a bad habit.

You hold a

cigarette.

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