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I just happen to be smoking, and out of the corner of my eye I catch you staring, I try to ignore you, but it's to much. You are unflinching. I finally given and turn my attention to you. You like that don't you. Matter of fact, I am going to soak you in my smoke, so when you leave everyone will smell it. Question you as to where you have been. Sure hope you aren't married or anything. I have to slather you in my smoke, mocking your creepy gawking perversion staring at me.