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I think what's getting lost in the vehemence here is that there are degrees of it. I'm a half a pack a day smoker. My apartment does not stink (I smoke on my balcony) nor does my car. All the restaurants and bars in the area are non-smoking and I'm okay with that; it's my choice to smoke, if I want to that badly I can take it outside. If not I'll wait.
There's a difference between being a smoker and being an ass; let's not lose sight of that fact.
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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