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I stood in front of a trash can by the side of the road and lit up a cigarette. After smoking two mouthfuls, I silently looked at the house.

The sky was very blue, very blue.

The air was good, so good that one could hardly bear to take a deep breath.

It was very quiet, and only the sound of the birds could be heard.

I stared at the house, smoking.

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