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... never left the transparent vial, various thoughts running through his mind.
Almost a minute passed then a breath of turbid of air was released from his lips. With slightly quivering hands, he dropped the gun in his hand, picked up his dropped Cuban cigar and with a snap of his fingers, a spark appeared, lighting the Cuban cigar.
Taking a deep inhale which was longer than normal, Oscar then blew a puff, slightly calming his nerves in the process. He took another puff and for a few ...
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