I’ve not had a drag of a cigarette for four years. But I still crave them; it’s ridiculous. I think I may take it up again when I’m very very old, just because it’s fun and lovely and wonderful. I miss my daggy yet awesome Marlboro Menthols.
Here is my regret: I didn’t light enough cigarettes with matches. It was always so much more delicious than with lighters.
Typically, I don’t do regrets, but o, this superficial little one gets to me.
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