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Lucky Malaria Bug TJ held his newly lit cigarette, taking it momentarily away from his mouth to breath out some smoke. His eyes matched the skies today—the normal gray for London. His mood matched the air. His whole aurora was London personified. He placed the cancer-stick back in between his lips and brushed the newly dyed black bangs out of his eye as his stare turned back to the sunset. He could see perfectly across the city from the apartment, see everyone hustling and bustling below, just like he could back at Jason and Shiloh's apartment in New York. Except this was the UK. He reminded himself, "This is your home." It was true.