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69 (couch cough) Words “I’d rather fight than switch!” The man sucked in a lungful of smoke with his fake black eye shining. Plus, a charcoal filter for further enticement. “I’d walk a mile for a Camel!” A truthful phrase that wreaks of addiction. That’s my brand. After I watched my father take his final breath, I found seven packs of Tareyton cigarettes left in his hospital room nightstand. I still have them.
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