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| eabbfdf | Elegy for Smoking" It's not the drug I miss but all those minutes we used to steal outside the library, under restaurant awnings, out on porches, by the quiet fields. And how kind it used to make us when we'd laugh and throw our heads back and watch the dragon's breath float from our mouths, all ravenous and doomed. Which is why I quit, of course, like almost everyone, and stay inside these days staring at my phone, chewing toothpicks a.. | Patrick Phillips |