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August turns, a furrow in his brow. “It’s just a— ah, cigarette.” He steals a quick drag as if to prove his point; August preferred to smoke occasionally over his balcony but, the building the ledge overlooked was currently under construction and the noise was dreadful. Smoking inside his apartment wasn’t an option, so August found himself stood in the nearest alley by his building. Despite his reply, the stranger before him remains, and August fidgets a bit beneath the attention. “Would you..” He slowly sifts through his pockets, fumbling with the packet of Camel’s before offering a cigarette, “—Like one?”