. . . He loved his unfiltered Pall Mall cigarettes; he smoked them for years. Soon as he put out one cig, he’d light another. He’d smoke until the burning ash touched his fingertips. The entire ashtray would be filled with those
smelly cigarette butts as the smoky odor filtered through the house. Today we’d call his toxic habit being a chain-smoker. It’s a title that can lead to the death of one.
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