THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled himself out to the curb. A of Marlboros were ready. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. barking at a squirrel rolled on down the road Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step