Mmmmm, Marlboro.
I’m still having, from time to time, a super-fantastic satisfying-far-beyond-real-life smoking dream. Had another one last night. Involved a nightclub, an old friend from the Navy, and a pack of Marlboro lights. I don’t think I can describe it without sounding orgasmic.
It’s been over three months now, and while I’m still not exactly happy about the not-smoking thing, I’m beginning to think I can tolerate it long-term. At least the dreams are incredible…
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