Wylde Fyre - Chapter Seven

Inside the velvet-lined mahogany cigar box were six individual hand-rolled cuban cigars, each one nearly as thick as a babies' arm. he held one of the long cigars under his nose and inhaled the heady smell, smiling warmly.

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Can't Escape, Part V: Hates to Lose

The hiker puffed on his cigar with a crooked expression. "it was obvious, really. i needed to do to her what she did to feathers.

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New Jobs and New Lives

"cigar?" asked mr. skylyne as he pulled out his cigar tin from the top drawer of his desk and pulled out one cigar and offered it to darkside, trying to calm his new employee. darkside shook his head. "no," he said, "i don't smoke."

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Chapter 20 - Dead Men Tell No Tales! Decho's Plan and the Divine Revival Strategy! (Part 3)

You came too...damn." growled the bald man smoking a cigar, sucking his teeth upon seeing the dragoness. he hoped that phrin would not be appearing, walking over to them and holding that burning cigar with two fingers.

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Zootopia: Brave New World - The Bear, the Shrew, and the Raccoon

He picked a cigar from inside, took it to his nose, and gave it a deep sniff. man, that thing _was_ of good quality. the bear sighed as he put the cigar down, and looked at the foxes. "so, how business going for you, boys?"

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The King's Entertainment (18+)

A cigar sounds great, but nikolai wouldn't want to damage any women's pregnancy. the end.

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Westwood 3

The jaguar began to quickly walk away, before turning to johnny, sticking a cigar in his mouth. he smiled with the stick in his mouth. "and you better work on those motor skills to."

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Captain’s Orders

He was silent as he placed the cigar into his mouth. then as he held back a tear he lit the cigar up, taking one big puff of smoke.

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Broken Soul

He had finished his cigar, and seemed to be considering lighting another one when she appeared; he closed the tin of cigars and held them in his hand as he approached her. “any luck?” he asked. “not much,” she replied without hesitation.

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Scrapped Projects

He and the security guard, simply called horns, would sit back and smoke a cigar every morning before the traders and brokers showed up. soon his little cabal of friends arrived, a smug heron, an arrogant bear, and a narcissistic naga.

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Sentinels: Obscurity, Part 1

Just as he inserted the first cigar into the corner of his beak, he heard the bell of the front door chiming.

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