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The temperature was below freezing, he had no place to sit, so Peter had to smoke his cigarette standing up. That was about the hardest task he had to complete the whole day. He was useless, worthless, and he knew it. He had already established that in his mind and he made the best of it. He sipped on his tea, he could see the vapor rising. The stars were dim and the moon was no where to be found. The horizon had a pink-orange glow that he detested with all his will. It was not healthy for him but what else did he have to do with his life. The planes above his head zoomed by with a loud roar. He was bored. He decided to go to sleep, his dreams were much more exciting then life itself, even when they are just black