But when I don't smoke I scarcely feel as if I'm living. I don't feel as if I'm living unless I'm killing myself.
A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?
Graeber drew the smoke deep into his lungs and ex-haled it. It was good to have cigarettes. Sometimes even better than friends. Cigarettes did not confuse one. They were silent and ...
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