Ah, how he pined for a cigarette. It wasn't nearly so bad when he was with reputable company, but when he was among thieves and wretches, or when he was by himself (the most disreputable of all companions, to be sure), his mind and heart felt like lonely pilgrims headed towards a dreary pit of gray. Ah, clean lungs and money in pocket...you are but slight prizes; you are small consolation for such great loss!
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