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my vices
are down to a bare
minimum but i do still enjoy
an occasional pack of kreteks.
the 20 minute drive to stewart
lumber to get fir flooring for a
job seemed like the right time
for a smoke, so at a red light i
pushed in the dashboard lighter
and was surprised it clicked in
because usually i have to hold
it down while it heats up, so i
was feeling pretty good about
life as i waited for it to get hot
but then the light turned green
and i had to get going before it
was done. then it finished with
a pop, but instead of poking up
just a little bit, it shot out like a
champagne cork, ricocheted off
my leg and onto the floorboard.
i groped below with one hand and
and quickly knew i found it as my
fingertips sizzled on contact with
the red hot element. got it back in
the socket then waited for the pain
to arise but it never did. rather, i
just marveled at my new identity. |
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