C156 Crying with Joy

When he finished, I wanted to, too, but I held my breath. Absolutely not.

He was yawning. This guy was addicted to cigarettes. I saw him shamelessly reach at my feet, touch the empty box he had just thrown away, dig and dig for the last cigarette, then throw the empty box out the window: "There's still a cigarette in there, but I can't leave it for you to smoke. So pretend to have no