He sat there, staring into space, fingers twitching nervously. It just sat there next to him, saying nothing, doing nothing.
He cradled his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes, trying to erase the images. His hands were shaking now. The visions took over.
Sitting there on the porch, he lit his first ever cigarette.
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