THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to ente