I was enjoying my evening with my friends, when two Maralboro people passed by, a tall guy and a small chick, and they showed me the latest design of the packs in Kuwait and thanked me for being a loyal smoker and gave me a lighter.

While sitting on my chair, I began to think about the chair and how many people sat on it, different bums, different legs, different shoes, and how the chair must feel after so many years of service, poor abused chair.

I was sending an e-mail to my brother, and it bounced back, so I was shouting that the e-mail came back because my parents were doing the same in the living room.,

Me: e-mail came back
Mom: Yeah because your dad is sending an e-mail to him too at same time.

(pause for a few seconds), then I laugh and I hear laughter in living room from Dad.

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