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A friend of a friend is not allowed to smoke at home. Inside the house, that is. His parents aren't very fond of the idea, but aren't against it for they themselves smoke, or used to on a regular basis, so they don't mess with him. The regulation is due to the image he may give his little brother, and he understands. His brother's only 13 and no one wants him to get the wrong idea, or even think that he could be doing the same thing at such young age. After all, that's how the friend of my friend started smoking -- 'twas his way of rebelling against his parents' vice...

So, he smokes outside, either in the backyard or the front of the house. One, two or three. I don't really know what it depends on, but the friend of my friend says that sometimes you feel like taking them all at once, and some others, you want to take your time and enjoy it... them; enjoy them. So, yes, he went outside last night, to have one, or two, or three.

Only one cigarette he had. Sitting on the blue chair where he sat earlier yesterday to play his guitar, he started thinking about life and stared at the sky and enjoyed the view way more than the cigarette. Thirteen stars he counted. Thirteen shiny dots in that dark blue, navy sky. Thirteen. Like his brother. He rubbed his hands, sighed and entered the house; slided the glass door close and sat on the chair to continue with his online browsing. And then, something hit his foot.

But why should one care? It was probably him who hit it against the table and didn't even realize. He resumed his internet-related duties and in a matter of seconds, felt hungry. Okay, not hungry, just like having a midnight snack, so he got up, went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, scanned the shelves and right on the bottom, scanning the shelves of the fridge along with him, his new friend -- Mr. Racoon.

"Oh, f**k".

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[Star Catcher]

Roflmao. XD Poor guy only wanted a smoke.