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my girl liddy used to always smoke cigarettes when she couldn't sleep, she'd disappear for an hour and a half and when she'd come back she'd brush her teeth but I could still smell it on her raggedy, and I could taste it on her lips when we kissed. Poor little lady used to always quit but she never really quit, she'd just say she did...
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