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Thoth "Up, out and along."

Rolling along in the tazi, he thought to himself. "These are the ways I've been strung in the course of my life."

The overflowing of his brokenhearted rage was proving to be the necessary scissors to cut these strings.

He rolled down the window and lit a cigarette. The Gauloises he had developed a taste for on a long ago business trip overseas, kept in a nice cigarette box. His only concession to pretense.

As the smoke drifted out the window, he was haunted by the memory of the day he met her.

Late night, walking in the park. Sharing a smoke on the bench by the lake.

He sighed out a mist of smoke into the rainy air.
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