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twistermind Then you may be surprised: I, the former kid of two adults who smoked and back then it was the thing to do.
I mean I recall when I was little, like, kindergarten little.
We lived in a tiny quarters, in my birth country.
IT BOTHERED ME SO MUCH.
When I was in J.H., I'd hear all school sponsored lectures
and bring home pamphlets.
I'd even *steal* some packages of my parents smokes and hide them in my old red shiny rucksack.
Oh well. I really TRIED so hard to help them.
At this point in my life, I can detect smoke from 100+ Meters away:
I
DESPIZE
IT.
Also, when I inhale it at close proximity my throat closes up, it's a reflex I don't do it intentionally.
So, I am putting it out there:
The most ardent hater of smoke is ME.