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                    Abraham Kim
                
                    
    
The breeze of the evening rustled the branches. The shadows danced across the concrete sidewalk and the grass. Love walked with a cigarette in his hand. A cigar he had smoked earlier. But for a walk... he preferred a cigarette. Something about a 
                
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             warranted that he be seated. A...
    