He shrugged
his shoulders with an almost
hostile emphasis
a red glint
in his glare - read
by her
the reflected coal of his glowing
cigarette.
The smoke from the butt, drifting
almost absently
into their eyes,
Him, slowly shaking his head, dazed.
Almost inaudibly: "No,"
he lied
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