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"You surprised me, Einer," he said, holding out his hand - asking for a cigarette donation. Oscar pulled his hand back as Einer showed him the empty box, the last cigarette already on Einer's lips. "I thought you wouldn't come back to this place anymore."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not here to go back to work."

Oscar drew a frivolous smile, mocking Einer's words spoken with such conviction. "Really? I heard that your finances were a little tight because you didn't have a job. You even ran out of cigarettes that you couldn't share with me."

"I have always been unwilling to be your cigarette provider." Einer took a strong drag from the cigarette before blowing it into the air. It was a relief to see the smoke disperse and slowly dissipate.

"So what made you come back to this disgusting place and interrupt my hot night?" asked Oscar, still a little annoyed when his pleasure was interrupted when he was almost at the peak. "I could have squeezed that woman a little more tire-"

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