I just found out today that one of my friends is a smoker. Now, I don't know why it didn't hit me before, 'cause I know that smell, but maybe it was something in my nose, and therefore my brain, that didn't want me to smell it and believe it. It's shocking.
I don't want him to die. I might have been pretty afraid of him last year, but I thank my stars every night that I know him now. I don't know what I'd do without his wave, and his smile, and his jokes, and his creative shoe laces. I love him to piece now.
What's the appeal of smoking? I could go on and on forever on this "schpeal," but it does nothing. So if I could tell him what to do or anything that I wanted, it would be to stop smoking because he's important to me.
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