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There’s a chill in the air
the leaves are orange-y red and crisp
music in my ears
“do you have a cigarette?” he asks, motioning
I wonder if I should buy a pack just to carry around for this occasion – it happens often enough
(but I don’t know the first thing about cigarettes)
“I don’t, sorry” sincerely apologetically
“you’re smart” he says
I smile and we cross the street
Good evening.

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