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I've developed a talent for rolling the lit end of a cigarette off onto the ground while keeping the filter for proper disposal. Often I can't find an ashtray, for reasons already mentioned here, and I end up pocketing the filter. This ultimately means my clothes need dry-cleaning regularly if I'm not to have to put up with people making rude comments; but I'd rather do this than leave non-biodegradable orange eyesores around in my wake.
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