Quitting Smoking
I still don't mind walking behind a smoker in a gentle breeze, even though I haven't smoked for more than a year. I'm still that much of a smoker at heart. Breath it in. Inhale. I guess I'll always love that smell, a freshly lit cigarette on a spring day. Memories of yesterday, of things that have been. I guess there are worse things?
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