The Smokehouse of Iron Break Time

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step into the ri

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