He walked along the train platform picking up semi-squashed half-smoked cigarettes, proclaiming "Ground score! Free cigarette!" with each and every discarded cigarette he reclaimed.
After he sat down on one of the uncomfortable (thus empty) metal benches, he pulled out a lighter and lit one of his ground scores.
Between drags he ranted under his breath about the dangers of smoking Crack, even once.
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