Do you have a lighter out here with you? I'm not smoking but I think I might. Maybe if push comes to shove I'll just hold the damned thing between my cracked bloodied lips watching the smoke carry away pieces of me I've only ever wanted to save. Then when the fire gets too close and I'm supposed to put the damned thing out I'll look at you and ask what you would do. Do you have a lighter out here with you, I think I need to borrow it.
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