he is talking with you then Dwayne comes over, reeking by the smell of cigarettes and holding one in his hand Harley: hey bud, you’re not allowed to smoke in here, it’s prohibited… Dwayne rolls his eyes Dwayne: I can do what I want… he takes a drag and blows the smoke in your face, Harley’s blood boils and grabs the cigarette from Dwayne’s hand and puts it into a glass of water Harley: I just said, you’re not allowed to smoke in here… he says in a low husky tone
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