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Cigar

I don’t really want one. I don’t smoke them. The location Runaround Pond. The occasion – none. How did I get this one? …haven’t a clue. Why? It seemed like a good idea. I don’t inhale. Ha! Maybe it was a Cuban? Doubt it. The photograph is all the memory I have. I remember the setting. The circumstances are lost forever. There was a certain degree of pleasure in just taking the time to smell the roses. I would tell Colleen I want a cigar. It’s just a joke. I would never really smoke one. ??

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