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I sat silently on the front stoop at my old house. I usually don’t even call it mine because I had really only lived there for a few months. Slowly, I lifted my cigarette up to my lips and inhaled. I watched almost cross-eyed as the smoke floated out of my mouth and into the night air. It was warm outside, and whether I was just on my porch, outside a restaurant, at a park, or hanging out with friends, I enjoyed just sitting and letting the smoke fill my lungs.