[His turn to shove John, even if his arms are nowhere near as strong when he smacks his fist against a shoulder blade. The moment passes before he manages to make it outside.]
Finally, some fresh air.
[Which is why he reaches in for that cigarette now. Who needs all this fresh air? Not him.]
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Finally, some fresh air.
[Which is why he reaches in for that cigarette now. Who needs all this fresh air? Not him.]