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As I was standing outside with a cigarette in hand almost leaning against the wall, I felt the wind change. Or rather it took on a sudden energy of its own, different from the regular stream of air coming from ongoing traffic. The smoke from my cigarette went into my eye with a distinctive sting. It's at times like these that I ponder what it would be like not to smoke. Only years later would I quit. But at this moment in time, being smoke-free only meant that my eye was not welling up with water. As I reach for my face, as if I could somehow grab or control the smoke, a drop of water falls on the tip of my cigarette. And as we all know, where there's one drop, there are many.

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