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I used to smoke cigarettes. I liked the taste of them, the surge of energy I felt and the distraction they offered when I didn't know what else to do.
Smoking looked attractive to me. I'm sure this had something to do with my sister Marian, who came back home from her freshman year at college looking very glamorous drawing on a cigarette. The combination of tobacco and perfume always clinging to her smelled sophisticated, and with her dark, shoulder-length hair that veiled one eye, she completed the vision of what I longed to be. It was pure adulation.See the full content of this document
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Live and Learn
Old snapshots of Marian show a pretty, young girl with wavy, bobbed hair, a glint of mischief in her eyes and a smile ready to burst into laughter like she had just pulled a joke on someone. From the beginn...
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