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The glow of the cigarette was bright orange as Ambrose breathed in a puff, passing it over to Marlene. “Can’t pass up a party, huh?” He uttered with a stick of his own perched between weathered lips.
“Yes,” Marlene scoffed, snatching up the cigarette. “It’s not the party. It’s fear at the idea of sitting at home in the dark. Who wants to do that?”







