When you have nothing to smoke and nothing to do, madness takes over, and god help your soul, you just need one puff at least, you need at least one cigarette, and everything will be all right.
So I walked a mile after lunch yesterday, looking for Dunhill. Came back with nothing but a pack of Reds.
I'm going out of my mind--the Reds taste disgusting, I've got nothing, still nothing. I'm more addicted than I thought.
But what's so bad about smoking, anyway?
It's hard to get by just upon a smile, girl.
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