The Smoke (Break)   The sun danced through the swaying branches of the Serviceberry trees as the two young women plopped themselves onto a green bench, pulling cigarette packs from their purses.  They tapped and lit up almost simultaneously, like a choreographed ballet, and did not speak until their first conjoined puff exhaled skyward. Do…

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