The Last Cigarette Lena pulled her worn coat tighter, the late autumn air biting at her cheeks. The old park bench, where she and Michael had sat every evening for forty years, felt cold and empty tonight. She fumbled in her pocket for the last cigarette, her hands trembling. It was a habit she was…
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