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I walked down the street in the dark. The only source light was from the street lamps and my phone as I scrolled through Twitter.

I walked by the neighbourhood park and saw a figure with a cloud of smoke. As I got closer the figure took shape as a guy my age and a cigarette.

"smoking is bad for you." I commented as I watched him blow clouds and rings of smoke.

he eyed me up and down, "so what? we're all going to die anyway."

he took another drag of his cigarette and looked me in the eyes. it was like he was studying me.

he let out a cloud of smoke, "might as well speed up the process." I shook my head at him.

"you shouldn't poison your lungs. you should live your life the healthy way." he rolled his eyes at that one.

"you sound like my mom."

"your mum sounds like a wise woman." he shook his head.

"that 'wise woman' is an alcoholic." he took another long drag, "anyway. why do you care. you don't know me it shouldn't matter if I smoke or not."

"because I still believe you shouldn't poison yourself."

"what are you going to do about it?"

"nothing."

"really? try me. I dare you."