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It has to be one of the oddest endeavours on the face of the planet. my home provider and I take time out of the afternoon's tasks, such as making the bed, wiping the kitchen counters and straightening the bookcase to sit down and watch trashy talk shows.
Why? Because we enjoy the sensation of relaxing. She slips a long, cylindrical cigarette from the package and politely lights it for me. I head into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee for us to split.
We settle into our respective spots. I in the big green chair, she's on the sofa, her eyes glued to the screen, talking to me and telling me what's going on.
I don't inhale the smoke, merely hold the minthol vapor in my mouth, exhaling with a gentle hufffff and a swig of coffee. It's paradise, a way to escape the troubles of the mundane world for a while.

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