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The mist hung on the trees like silk lingerie, lightly clinging to their beautiful bodies. Every so often the moon would slip out from behind the clouds as if trying to catch a glimpse of the wonderful world below. I took a cigarette out of my half empty pack and lit up, taking a long deep drag, slowly exhaling. There is no taste in the world like a cigarette on an empty stomach at 4 in the morning. I turn and look at _______ in the driverÂ’s seat, his eyes straight ahead, thinking thoughts I can never find, though I think I could spend my whole life trying. I roll down my window to feel the cold air on my face. And for just a few seconds, just one moment, I actually feel content. I lean my head back and close my eyes, thinking thoughts IÂ’ll never remember. And everything seems right in the world.