Max sat on the bench waiting for the bus to come along, leaning back and enjoying the warmth of the sun's rays, with a cigarette dangling from his lips. His sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and he was ready to take on the world.
"Say sir," a voice stirred him from his daydream. He was watching the clouds showing him how realities merged. "Are you watching the clouds?"
Max turned his attention to the child. "Why yes."
"That's cool," the child said. "I like what they have to say now and then."
"Me too," Max said after he took a long puff and blew out a cloud-shaped smoke ring.
"That's way cool!" the child exclaimed with excitement.
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