Smoking in Pollution-Filled Air

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Inhale— pause— exhale and then repeat. Initially for the next minute, the old man takes the leisure of smoking, dismissing the staring of the younger, but later holds the cancer stick between his slender gaunt fingers, face blank of free of signs. A slight smirk then appears as he notices the discomfort worn on the latter’s face, wearing his heart on his sleeve. With the arm unoccupied with the cancer stick he reaches out and gestures the younger to step forward, feeling a bit in the mood to converse. If the old man was surprised in the slightest to see the young man obey and stride forward to him, he didn’t show it.

He’s unsure on how to start a conversation with the younger and instead he analyzes with much laziness the slightly but noticeably trembling youth. A laugh almost escapes his lips but he represses it with the smoking process, exhaling the quite fresh smoky smell, the freshness as fresh as the smell as the ever tainted air. Oddly enough, despite abusing his body with a practice that hurts ones condition in addition to residing in a terrible condition, he doesn’t seem to be diminishing in health at all.

“Kind gentleman, didn’t your mother ever tell you not to interact with strangers—” the sentence was more of a statement rather than a question and for every four syllables or so, he slightly drawls in a tone akin to anything but that of a sober man despite the composure he displays.

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A Half-Full Glass Despite Its Full Capacity Capability

Submitted: January 29, 2015

Inhale— pause— exhale and then repeat. Initially for the next minute, the old man takes the leisure of smoking, dismissing the staring of the younger, but later holds the cancer stick between his slender gaunt fingers, face blank of free of signs. A slight smirk then appears as he notices the discomfort worn on the latter’s face, wearing his heart on his sleeve. With the arm unoccupied with the cancer stick he reaches out and gestures the younger to step forward, feeling a bit in the mood to converse. If the old man was surprised in the slightest to see the young man obey and stride forward to him, he didn’t show it.

He’s unsure on how to start a conversation with the younger and instead he analyzes with much laziness the slightly but noticeably trembling youth. A laugh almost escapes his lips but he represses it with the smoking process, exhaling the quite fresh smoky smell, the freshness as fresh as the smell as the ever tainted air. Oddly enough, despite abusing his body with a practice that hurts ones condition in addition to residing in a terrible condition, he doesn’t seem to be diminishing in health at all.

“Kind gentleman, didn’t your mother ever tell you not to interact with strangers—” the sentence was more of a statement rather than a question and for every four syllables or so, he slightly drawls in a tone akin to anything but that of a sober man despite the composure he displays.
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A Half-Full Glass Despite Its Full Capacity Capability 2

Submitted: January 29, 2015

“Howdy. The name’s Lin. Nice to meet you; what a small world,” she says with glossy eyes, about to drop but doesn’t. Shin smiles and closes his eyes, feeling a bit sleepy and honestly a bit surprised [baffled] at the confession. It was truly a small world and with the remainder of his awaked state, he mouths a few words before settling for retirement. Read Chapter