Match boxes lose their matches quickly. Strike one. Strike another. Light a cigarette. Light a bonfire. Break one. Or two. Or three. Watch it burn. Away. Like. Dust. In. The. Air.
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Match boxes lose their matches quickly. Strike one. Strike another. Light a cigarette. Light a bonfire. Break one. Or two. Or three. Watch it burn. Away. Like. Dust. In. The. Air.
