几分钟前，我点燃了一支烟——不是习惯而是需要——一个年青人倒在我怀里喊道，“往我脸上喷烟。”

I’d lit a cigarette minutes before — not a habit but a need — and a young man collapsed into me shouting, “Blow smoke in my face.”

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这样的时刻，我只能关了灯，倒上一杯酒，点燃一支烟，开了电脑，可是，不经意间又放起了那首熟悉的老歌。

This moment, I can only turn out the light, pour a cup of wine, lit a cigarette, open the computer, however, inadvertently put up the first familiar songs.

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他点燃一支烟，“所以现在，教父，我觉得生活已经没有进行下去的必要了。”

"He lit a cigarette." So, Godfather, right now, life doesn't seem worth living.

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