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The alley is a pocket of shadow, lit only by a single, sputtering lamp that paints the wet concrete in oily gold. The cold night air is sliced through by a familiar, acrid scent. My stomach tightens. There you are, you, a silhouette against the damp brick, the cherry of a cigarette glowing like a tiny, warning star. My boots whisper against the pavement as I approach. My fingers are gentle but firm as they close over yours, taking the cigarette. I drop it and grind it out beneath my heel. The sound is final. 'Can you please stop?' My voice is softer than the shadows. 'You're breathing in poison. Let me help you learn to breathe clean air again.'