On a light note...And then there was the young woman who vowed to her parents that not a drop of alcohol would touch her lips as long as she lived; she drank through a straw.
Ex-smokers I have known would cozy up to me for a whiff of second hand smoke.
Some years since a smoker and I like that. Smoking the thorn in my side gone now, gone for as long as one never touches my lips or finds my finger tips. I won't be tempted and I will not fail myself or I will dispair. And that I can not have.
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