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The good looking man walked up to me with a sheepish smile. He was holding his young son's hand, and asked if I would mind terribly if I heard a public service announcement. I glanced down and saw no ring, so smiled and said yes.
His 4 or 5 year old then told me that smoking would kill me. I smiled and put it out, saying that he was absolutely right.
The dad looked relieved. Then his wife or girlfriend or whatever drove up and he blushed as they got in and drove off, looking at me wistfully.
I winked and lit a cigarette.
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