She steps out of the black-and-yellow taxicab and looks around. Not because of any unfamiliarity. Mostly because she imagines someone else in these surroundings, not him. But is that even possible, this imagination? She hasn’t even met him once. For

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One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. His toe taps and crushes each of those nine pale fag ends that lay strewn on his balcony’s floor. He has exceeded his self-imposed quota, of four cigarettes a day, by

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