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I'm wearing a cute, kawaii skirt, just like a Japanese girl. I matched it with a short hoodie, that allows me to set a deep cleavage thanks to the zipper, black socks and white boots with a platform. I'm relaxed, a bit impatient to smoke the cigarette. I love smoking so much that if I can't smoke for an hour or two I crave for the cigarette, I want it, I can't live without it. Now it's that special time when the smoke will kiss my lungs as I keep the cigarette tight between my peachy-flavored lips. I play with my hard nipples, as I inhale the first smokes from the cigarette. It's weird for say that, but, smoking gives me a refreshing sensation, every cigarette is like a new lover, it brings adrenaline and serotonin into my brain. Shortly, I highly enjoy it, that's why I take my time to smoke it, I don't want to miss the unique flavor of my Marlboro Red 100's. Unfortunately, everything ends at some point in this life, and cigarettes end faster than I would expect. Only the smoke, the divine smoke stays in the air, grey like a memory of the cigarette that exists no more.