[OH THANK GOD. Charlie doesn't waste any time at all plucking one from the package and lighting it up with the pack of matches he keeps in his pocket. The first drag is slow, indulgent, filling his lungs like he hasn't been able to in so many days. Jesus fucking christ, that's the stuff.
He slumps back happily as he takes another drag.]
Yeah, I would've brought a fucking factory if I knew I were on my way to this place.
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He slumps back happily as he takes another drag.]
Yeah, I would've brought a fucking factory if I knew I were on my way to this place.