Lucille sat behind the warehouse in a contemplative mood.
She stared down at what was left of the cigarette between her fingers as if it contained the answers to all the mysteries of the universe.
She slowly brought it to her wrinkled mouth and took one last drag.
The tobacco-incense she exhaled drifted away across the heavy morning traffic.
She flicked the butt onto the pavement as she stood to go back inside.
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