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Go on. Have a cigarette.
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I quit.
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Yeah, me, too.
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I remember the first smoke I ever had.
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Me and my brother huddled in the garage
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puffing on one of my dad's lucky strikes.
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He must have smelled the smoke, because he came barging in,
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looking to beat up on us.
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But my brother got between us.
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Said he stole them.
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Wasn't true. It was me.
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But that was my brother.