06/06/2022
Suddenly the artist put down his brush and palette and wiped his hands with a rag. He remembered that he hadn't smoked in a long time. The pack of ci******es was in the inside pocket of the jacket, laid out on the grass. He carefully took it out, afraid to stain the beautifully shiny lining. Long searched for a lighter. Still, he got a little dirty on his jacket as he poked his fingers into his pockets.
