we sat quietly with a bottle of corona in our hands and a cigarette on the other hands...
inhaling.. and exhaling.. sighing every now and then.
mf : i'm sorry, i heard you were...
mx : it's ok little one, who knew... who knew, of all ppl in our family, the same thing that happened to me fallen into you.. (sigh) and i'm going to pretend i didn't see what you got there in ur other hand, that's too strong for u...
mf : i'm not going to inhale it, i just like to hold it..
mx : (sigh) u're wasting my good tobacco.
after a long paused we looked at each other and we chuckled then we get back to our previous routines...
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