imagine:
you smoking with steve
"do you want one?" steve asked you, holding the package of cigarettes infront of you.
"i dont smoke." you simply said turning your gaze away from the cigarettes.
"you don't?" he said, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. you rolled your eyes and grabbed one anyways. you did smoke, but you tried to stop. one cigarette could not hurt, right? you put the cigarette between your lips and let steve light it. you let the deadly smoke fill your lungs and glared at steve once more. you sat there for hour, chain smoking.
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