There are days I miss smoking. I enjoyed the habit. Shaking a cigarette out of the pack, flame to tobacco, the long warm inhale, watching the curl of smoke on the exhale. There was a shared camaraderie with other smokers as we huddled together in our designated smoking areas. Ahh, those were the days. I enjoyed them while they lasted; would not do again. Sometimes, just once in awhile, I hesitate a moment in a cloud of smoke as I pass by smokers and a sigh with a bit of nostalgia.
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I miss the ritual perhaps, but not the constant respiratory infections.
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