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“Can I smoke?”
“No.”
“If I open a window-”
The woman at the desk frowned. “My employer is… particular.”
“I’ve heard.”
“If you leave the cigarette butts lying around, or if this room smells too strongly of smoke after you’ve left, he will be upset.”
“I understand.”
“It’s your funeral,” she said.
Trickster stepped over to the window, found the latch, and swung it open. He rested his elbows on it and leaned out, drew a cig ...
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