Love is life
You weren’t going to tell anybody because last time you did that you started again after a couple of days. This time is different. Except it isn’t.
One day in, and you’ve told everyone you know, and everyone who was at the bus stop this morning, that you’ve quit smoking. You wax lyrical about how it’s not the nicotine, it’s about breaking the habit. You poor, naive fool. It’s about the nicotine, and you’re about to find that out the hard way.
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