Mike's Iron Cigarette Indulgence

They pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. walked by A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboa

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