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the smell of cigarettes, burning fresh tobacco, the dryness of my throat, and the occasional coughs always reminded me of someone I loved a long ago. Now I don't smoke. People say that "smoking kills" I quit. But every now and then you could find a packet of fresh cigarettes in my coat pocket. I quit.
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
i quit
the smell of cigarettes, burning fresh tobacco, the dryness of my throat, and the occasional coughs always reminded me of someone I loved a long ago. Now I don't smoke. People say that "smoking kills" I quit. But every now and then you could find a packet of fresh cigarettes in my coat pocket. I quit.
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
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