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Luke sat down beside Sam, opening his palm for a cigarette. Sam passed him one wordlessly, inhaling his own deeply.
"I thought you quit." He said as he blew the smoke out.
"I did. Now light my fag." Sam laughed, and flipped the Zippo open, holding it under Luke's cigarette. Luke leaned forward, the fag between his teeth. It lit, and he leaned back on his palms, breathing it in.
Luke sat forward, putting his elbows on his knees. He switched the fag to his other hand and opened his palm on the boards beside him.
Sam took his hand, and they sat there, smoking like they were in college again. Simple.
Not a lot was simple these days. He'd missed this.
Simple.