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Just some stream of thought free writing. Please ignore.

He steps out on the balcony in his bare feet, the metal grate digging sharply into flesh. He ignores the pain. Bringing a crumpled cigarette to his mouth he cups his hands and lights it. The tobacco crackles and glows brightly as he inhales, holding the smoke in his lungs. Turning his head he exhales, letting the smoke get carried away on the wind. Down below him is the ugly mess of the city. Concrete. Asphalt. Metal. Brick. The wind picks up, bringing the familiar scent of car exhaust with just a hint of gasoline. He shivers, realizing he is wearing nothing more than a t-shirt and boxers. Spreading his arms wide, he revels in the sensation of feeling. The city below doesn't even take notice. 

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