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It's time for my cigarette. I put on lip gloss - it looks so elegant in this lovely light when I am smoking. I flick my zippo, my cigarette roars to life. The zippos has such a strong, metal, mechanical sound. A tool, not just a piece of plastic. The flame is mesmerizing, like a dancer. I insert the cork filter into my plump pink glistening lips. After a visit to my warm mouth, the filter shines like glass. I inhale and now it is everything I have ever loved about smoking: It's satisfying. Addictive. Necessary. Irresistible. Intoxicating. I want to blow all my smoke in your face. I love to do that. You love when I do that. I know that my smoke is intoxicating. I like to get nice and close to you, so you can smell me - not just my smoke. Smell *me.* The smell of a smoking girl who has smoked so long she cannot imagine a life without smoke. Now look deep into my amazing brown eyes as I exhale slowly, the smoke quivering then evaporating in the cold air. I sigh mmmmmm with satisfaction as...