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It was a cold December evening. Mr. and Mrs. T. were sitting by the fireplace with their customary evening glass of wine. Mr. T. was reading the newspaper, while his charming wife was desperately trying to explain to him about their daughter. “Honey, don’t forget about the money.” “Okay, hon’”, said Mr. T., while reading a captivating article about the rising price of tomatoes. “She needs new shoes. You know they don’t match the beautiful hairpi...

The following recount is based on a true story. The names of the people involved are changed. He was walking home, opening his second pack. He inserted one cigarette in his mouth, lit it with his cheap lighter and inhaled the bittersweet smoke. It was a cold December evening, maybe – 15 degrees. But he felt warm inside. His throat was sore, maybe because of the cold, maybe because of the BT that he was smoking. He couldn’t know better anyway. His head was full of thoughts. “What the fuck jus...

The following recount is based on a true story. The names of the people involved are changed. He was walking home, opening his second pack. He inserted one cigarette in his mouth, lit it with his cheap lighter and inhaled the bittersweet smoke. It was a cold December evening, maybe – 15 degrees. But he felt warm inside. His throat was sore, maybe because of the cold, maybe because of the BT that he was smoking. He couldn’t know better anyway. His head was full of thoughts. “What the fuck jus...