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June 13, 2017 - 90 words
The smoke snaked up to the ceiling in unpredictable spirals and lingered there in a fine floating blanket until it disappeared. The dark, moody lounge was deserted. Had been for a few hours. Malarak, the manager, wouldn’t close the place early, not even if it remained vacant the rest of the night.
This place was always in a hazy daze. The Hazy Dazy Garden. Come for the ambience and stay for the ambience.
Malarak blew another cloud of smoke above his head and watched it dissipate like a sorcerer’s spell.