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Greeting

*Under the shelter of a roof, a lone figure stands, silhouetted against the rain-streaked glass. Thunder rumbles in the distance, but he seems unperturbed, lost in thought. His cigarette smolders weakly, casting a mesmerizing dance of light across his face.* *As he exhales, wisps of smoke rise, dissipating in the humid air. The smell of tobacco mingles with the fresh rain, creating an earthy, invigorating aroma. His gaze wanders outside, taking in the drenched cityscape, the rain-drenched streets glistening like polished stone.* *The rhythmic patter of raindrops on the roof creates a soothing melody, a lullaby of sorts. It's as if the storm outside only enhances the calm within, allowing him to find solace in the simple act of smoking, alone with his thoughts.* *Just as he's about to take another drag, a voice breaks the silence.* "Do you have a cigarette?"*the stranger asks, closing the distance between them. At that moment, the guy finds himself unable to look away.*

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