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The Cigarette Smoking

The cigarette Smoking When I lived in Britain that place where refugees in Calais try to hide in a lorry for the crossing to the promised land. And haven where pubs are full and pints of lager is a dream a longing for the unobtainable. I liked to visits pubs more often than my wife liked not so much for the ale, one can buy beer and drink it in the park, (I remember Birkenhead Park before I got a job and a room) it was the cosiness of drinking and smoking. Then we were invaded by the health brigade and that was ok, and we had to go outside for a ***. This was no good for my health leaving a warm pub to go to the winter outside I got a cold so bad I left the country. Since smoking was no longer sociable I stopped. No doubt some scientist will tell us a bit of nicotine is good for you. For me it will be too late, I like nothing more than having a meal at a restaurant free of stale tobacco smoke.

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