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As the grand finale to my smoking career I've just opened my last packet of 20 Marlboro Blend 28, pulled a farewell
ciggy from its murky depths and unleashed the kitchen tap upon its remaining denizens.
Feel the wrath of my tap water, agents of lung-borne doom!
Tomorrow I will scoff at your subliminal threat. I will stride forth into the world, my vigour renewed as I shake off the shackles of post-coffee coughing, safe in the knowledge that your binds no longer tie me!
The moment your tarry friends beckon me with their false promise of temporary absolution I will exclaim, "No thanks, for I am henceforth only tempted by booze, video games and superior literature (including certain texts from sci-fi and the like)! And the odd, occasional foray into total fucked-dom with me mates !11one!
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