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Ashes to Ashes: An Elegy for Cigarettes

    I loved every fag I ever had. Each one was my best friend—a friendship that began with a flame and lasted a five-minute lifetime.   For 15 years, cigarettes afforded me routine timeouts from all things great and small. Smoking was a social bubble that insulated me from reality. A thinking thermosphere. The […]

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