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Cole sat and waited and watched and hated each of the uniform-clad students that dripped off the buses and slithered in long lines into the school. He only had one cigarette left from the pack he'd nicked from X and it dangled from his lips, getting increasingly damp and bent as the morning aged into afternoon. If it wasn't smoked soon, it'd be the wasted spoils of a particularly daring bit of burglary, but Cole's lighter stayed in his back pocket and the soggy cigarette drooped toward his chin.