"He's just like me!" I say pointing, you look over to see a character who surely enough is very much like me but in a VERY different situation and world. You look back at me, I let out a puff smoke and choke on it "I told you" I say before letting out a sigh that could almost be described as mournful. You watch as I put the key in the ignition and start to drive away, but not before giving one last regretful look to the world and tossing the cigarette bud. You no longer want to work at this 7/11.
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