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Can’t Quite Go Home Again

I have no real drive to smoke this cig­a­rette at all, but I smoke it any­way. It tastes good, and I can feel the power of the nico­tine cours­ing through my veins. I like it, it feels great, it feels like old times. I am scared because I like it so much. Bon­nie comes over to me and offers me a cig­a­rette. I decide to grab one for later… in fact, I grab two. Bon­nie is sur­prised. Con­tinue read­ing

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