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“You smoke?”“Sometimes.”So Loki lit a second cigarette. The man took it gingerly, yanking off his left mitten and pulling down his scarf to reveal a crooked nose and a grey mustache. Loki watched the way he worked his jaw, jutting it out to hold the cigarette between his lips. Grey hair stuck out from under his hat, curling around his ears, pink from the cold. Loki liked the way his eyes fluttered each time he inhaled.