Forty-two. The meaning of life? No, it’s a number, leading to a room, a room that doesn’t exist anymore. The smoking room.
Before the ban, before smoking wasn’t allowed, one of our colleges had such a room, a room just for them, the people who smoked.
Empty, white, white milk of magnesia walls, oozing into sludge...
Before the ban, before smoking wasn’t allowed, one of our colleges had such a room, a room just for them, the people who smoked.
Empty, white, white milk of magnesia walls, oozing into sludge...
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