"His lit fag could be seen from across the room, ashes falling, dripping from the shadowed silhouette of a limp wrist swaying back and forth to the sounds of a Lee Hazelwood record permeating the room. I studied him closely, with eyes peeking out from behind my rum and Coke. I was able to make out his thick, black rimmed glasses, that gently caged his seductive eyes which were now fixed on me. This had been a long time coming."
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