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2 cigarettes later he showed up, late in a joking way. i asked him if he's read it like i asked him to. he said yeah, he did and he thought it was real good. A real famous kind of good. he said he'd never read something so good in his whole god damn life. oh, i said, good in a joking way. he lit my cigarette and said no, good in a way that it made me love you. more? i asked. more, he said in little puffs of smoke. we smoked a few more and said nothing but breath. he said he had no idea my dad killed himself. he said it explained alot. i punched him in the jaw and stole his cigarettes. he was on the ground unconscious. unconscious in a joking way.