Fortunately for him, his watched suddenly beeped, announcing that it was indeed the end of his shift. He ran out back and got his things. He saw Moloch on the way out and the curling of lips to greet his co-worker made Dick realize that he was already experiencing withdrawal symptoms.
A single cigarette. An unlit role. It was lying on the sidewalk. Dick almost stepped on it as he hurried to his car.
Luck. Fate. Pure Bliss.
He picked it up, eager to finally give his body the gift of death. Only then did he realize that he had no lighter, no match, no flame. His trusty Zippo was abandoned at the Hard Times.
He turned his head, scanning the area for someone with a light. He almost cried as he looked at the unlit stick stuck between his fingers. It was meant to be a long night.
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Let me just get myself addicted to cigarettes again, then go without one for a while, and I'll add a chapter to your story. Very cleverly written."