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[A smoke is just what the doctor ordered. The old man takes it gladly.]
Whenever I even think about it, it's like feeling like walls are closing in.
[Another sip before he puts the mug on the coffee table.]
It's not a place I wanna go back to.
[Even in memory, when it's right behind his closed eyes though?]