The Man I Thought Who Can't Appreciate Beauty

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His nose let out a labored air, and the sound should have been produced by a stomach thirsty for something deliciously hot.

And then in no time I was sure I was sensing the same thick black fluid getting into him slowly but surely. 

It smoked like from a chimney, his mouth, and from his throat I could still hear it going down and down somewhere behind his chest, and then to his stomach. 

I was a child then, but my mind could picture it out clearly.