An Extract Piece of the story, "JPS"
I used his ashtray to put out the cigaret. It was round and had red and blue bullseye.
I reached to the letter and opened the envelope.
My lungs were screaming and my lower back felt so heavy.
I dropped the envelope when I saw his handwriting on the paper. I noticed that my hands were shaking.
I looked at my cigarette on the floor once, but I slowly adjusted my eyes to the paper in front of me.
So, it began like this:
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