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Nov 2012
I love watching you smoke.
I don't know what it is, but just watching you inhale, then exhale.
It's beautiful.
You're alive, and you're breathing.
Breathing in smoke, that is slowly killing you.
I know it's not any good for you.
But you like it, and you're lovely, so I'm not going to stop you.
Haley
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