
God, I want a cigarette so badly I just know that the way I'm compressing my lips around my pencil is exactly the way to do it and I can almost feel and taste that smoke lingering for a second in my mouth before being drawn slowly down into my lungs and expelled in a perfect stream by a cathartic sigh that also carries away the anxiety over today's tasks.
The link between writing and craving a smoke probably hasn't been established anywhere, but it must exist because for the last year and half opening "Word" produces a virtual nicotine fit in this nonsmoker who has never inhaled any but secondhand smoke.
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