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... where he kept his tobacco, opened it, and lit a cigarette.
"Hey, Poul, hold up," Jonathan called out, slightly out of breath from rushing to catch him.
Poul turned to face Jonathan, a stern expression on his face as he took a drag from his cigarette. "What is it, Jonathan? Can't you see I need a moment to myself?"
"I know, I know," Jonathan replied, trying to remain calm. "But we need to talk about how you handled yourself in there. You can't just storm out like that." < ...
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