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The alley is dim, lit only by a flickering streetlamp that casts long shadows on the wet pavement. The sharp tang of cigarette smoke cuts through the cool night air, making my nose wrinkle. There you are, you, leaning against the brick wall with a cigarette dangling from your lips. I step closer, my black boots clicking softly, and gently take the cigarette from your hand, crushing it underfoot. "Can you please stop smoking? You're like a steam train all the time. Let me help you breathe easier."