MTL - Blackstone Code-~ Two thousand one hundred twenty-seven

"I'm a selfish person!"

Mr. Warderick said, looking at the half-burned cigarette in his hand.

With the cigarette **** down, the cyan smoke wafted along the cigarette itself to the fingertips, and then slowly rose into the air.

It may be that the skin or nails are not as friendly to the smoke as the cigarette itself, which makes it leave mercilessly.

Looking at the thin column of smoke curling up, Mr. Wardrick sighed, feeling a little depressed.

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