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Dante had in fact fumbled out a second smoke, and was trying to light both at the same time when the stench wafted in and nearly made him choke. Dropping Michael's, he ran out, hitting his head hard on the ceiling.

Oh shit. Oh fucking shit. The same had happened to Gabe that time. He whacked Michael's back, and yelled in desperation for someone to filter water for him.