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Ouma exhaled, his sigh causing a puff of smoke to protrude past his lips. The small, dusty cloud drifted away in the soft wind.
Ouma had been sitting on the porch, smoking a cigarette to calm his nerves. From time to time, he’d take a few of his father’s cigarettes for emotional relief. Though, in the end, it’d only make him feel worse little by little.
He inhaled another generous amount of smoke, fumes filling his lungs. For a moment, he paused, before expiring a dwarf smog.
Ouma brushed the tail of the cigarette on the concrete of the porch.