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‘It’s 3:30’ William thought to himself. His feet were resting on the ground off his porch; the porch was small, just big enough to let someone in the house and that’s about it. It was his house though, it wasn’t big and it wasn’t fancy, but it was clean and it was his. He practically paid nothing for it was the golden thing about it, his own place that he could do whatever he wanted with, and with all the rooms he needed for kids or his wife. There could even be a room for relatives if they needed a place to stay.
He pulled a cigarette from the old folded Marlboro pack in his pocket and placed it in his mouth; he lit it and took a hard drag. He smoked now because he wanted to, almost like there was no longer a need to but just a lingering force of habit. Putting the cigarette pack and the lighter back in his jeans pocket, William looked up at the street light not so far from him, he watched it flicker in the night air. It was just like li