In the past three weeks I've had 1/2 a cigarette. Only 1/2. And damn it, I want a cigarette. I'm not stressed. It's not social smoking. I just want one for the pure enjoyment of it.
Yes, I know, no one is stopping me. I could very well grab one from my stash in the kitchen drawer, but then I would feel completely weak. Damn it!
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