[What Jesse wants is a cigarette. He crosses the room, shrugging off his jacket as he walks, grabbing his carton and his lighter out of the pocket before tossing it aside.]
It's called a razor.
[Mumbled blandly around the cigarette he's just put between his lips. Fuck lung cancer, right? He coughs immediately after he lights up.]
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It's called a razor.
[Mumbled blandly around the cigarette he's just put between his lips. Fuck lung cancer, right? He coughs immediately after he lights up.]