I was a smoker for fifteen years and smoking over 20 cigs a day, every day. If ever I happened to run out, I would desperately raid the ashtrays for nubs and carefully roll up making sure I didn't waste any of that 'precious' second-hand, charred tobacco. I would light up first thing in the morning and I would go to bed with one at night, but even though I craved them and part of me was satisfied when I was smoking one, I often found the taste truly repulsive especially if I'd been smoking more than usual yet I couldn't put it out, and I would be lighting up again within a short while. I ...
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