The last time smoke slithered down my throat and I felt that woozy feeling in my head. I loved that feeling, that rush, the escape. I exhaled and looked mournfully at the butt. I made a promise to myself that this would be the last thing I ever smoked in my life. I was terrified at what laid ahead.
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