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Stephen simply took it. He never wanted to become addicted. It just happened. Because then he took another. And another. And another. His innards screamed to stop. Even the bridge trembled it's annoyance. He was a useless, hopeless, mindless mess. Idle and incoherent. Depressed and dilapidated. The rain fell, heavy droplets trying to nail him to the ground. But something was lurking. Something was hiding. Hiding in the night. Hiding. Ready to attack. Then PLOP. He flicked the cigarette into a nearby lake, letting it float away, trying to force his troubles to float with it.
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