The smoke you exhale enters my body.

Do you think it's only ruining your lungs?

To make me a passive smoker, you cowardly bastard.

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Deep inside a damp alleyway.

Click, hiss—

Phew—

Cigarette smoke, settles in the alley like dawn mist. It wouldn't be surprising if residents complained, but perhaps the people here live with their windows shut.

Suddenly, a voice is heard.

"Hey, is it okay for you to smoke?"

"Your juniors were giving you a hell of a time about it last time."

A friend asks while chewing on a cigarette like it's candy,

Oh, shit.