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In High School he’d sometimes sit outside at lunch and watch the smokers out of the corner of his eye, marveling at the stupidity of the act - it seemed like the most futile, dangerous thing to do to yourself, with no benefits that Sam could see besides looking cool. Which, okay, was a pretty big benefit in the world of adolescence, but in the grand scheme of things, cool wouldn’t do shit for you. It wouldn’t make you taller, it wouldn’t get you into college, it wouldn’t feed you, and it sure as hell wouldn’t save your ass from getting mauled by a charging werewolf. Cigarettes did nothing except make your teeth yellow and your lungs black; they didn’t even get you high, from what Sam could tell. Fucking ridiculous, he thought, and he always marveled at the people who would willingly put such ( ... )
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23 years after the last cigarette I ever TOUCHED, much less SMOKED, and I still want one sometimes. I can remember that last one, too, as if it were yesterday.
I quit smoking; now I should be bloody IMMORTAL.
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SO DEAN. ♥
And the last bit... Wow, that's a kicker!
All around a great fic. :)
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