Genki swept a match across his boot and, cupping the flame in his hand, torched the end of a hand rolled cigarette that was dangling from his lip. His first drag was a long one and his exhalation seemed to fill the small room with smoke that hung heavy in the hot air. A girl lay unconscious on an economy bed across the room, payed for but not used. Genki sat in a small chair (the only other piece of furniture) with his back to the wall, right next to a window opened just a crack. He was listening intently, waiting for something to happen in the streets. |
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