It started small. Just one or two a week, sometimes with
friends, sometimes alone. Then it was three or four a week. Then one a day.
Then two. And sometimes more.
Then the real trouble started. Every time I went to the
drugstore, there they were. Pack after pack, calling to me. I went through a
half a pack, then a whole one, all in one day. Then it was two packs. At the
office, I would ask my assistant to run out and get me more as early as 10am.
My terrible secret, after the jump...
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