Kelly's Wedding, Part 2

Kelly's Wedding
by Gray Haze

Part 2 - Kelly's New Challenge

For the rest of the afternoon, Kelly thought about what she was going to do.
Maybe I should just call him back and tell him that I don't smoke, Kelly
thought to herself.  But she came to the conclusion that it would be a
disaster.  First, maybe Holly was right, and he didn't want to go out with
non-smokers.  And secondly, he probably wouldn't be thrilled that she lied to
him.  That would be a date killer, Kelly reasoned.  No, she finally concluded
that she was just going to have to learn to smoke.  She had two weeks, how
hard could it be?  But what if things worked out between Jim and her.  Was
she willing to spend the rest of her life slowly killing herself sucking on
those stupid cigarettes?  Of course not, Kelly thought, but I'll cross that
bridge when and if I get there.

Although the mere thought of smoking was disgusting to Kelly, she decided
that she was just going to have to learn how to do it.  If she was going to
go out with Jim, and she desperately wanted to do that, then she was just
going to have to smoke.

But how was she going to learn?  Her only attempt at smoking when she was a
teenager was a disaster, so she knew that she needed someone to teach her.
The only question was, who.  Her mother smoked, but Kelly figured that
although they were close, it would be a little tacky having her mother teach
her.  Besides, her mother always strongly urged her not to be stupid, and get
caught in the grips of nicotine addiction.  She also lived 500 miles away in
Milwaukee as well.  It might be difficult teaching her how to smoke on the
phone.  Of course, Holly, Becky and Jen all smoked.  Maybe one of them would
teach her.  How ironic would it be, after all these years of busting on them
about there smoking, I am now going to have to ask one of them to teach me,
Kelly laughed to herself.  I'll never hear the end of this one.

Of the three friends, Kelly was definitely closest to Holly.  So it would
make sense to ask her.  But of the three girls, Kelly thought that Becky was
the best, purest smoker.  She definitely did it with style.  She was also a
hard core, heavy smoker.  Rarely did Kelly see her without a cigarette in her
hand.  Kelly finally determined that Becky would be the one.  If she was
going to learn, she wanted to learn to do it right.  She only had two weeks
to learn enough about smoking to fool Jim, and she might as well learn from
the best, and to Kelly, Becky certainly excelled at smoking.

 So Kelly decided to call Becky and ask her over tonight to teach her.  She
figured that she better start learning quick, so tonight it would have to be.

"Hi, Becky, it's Kelly," Kelly said after Becky answered the phone.  "What
are you up to?"

"Not much, just hanging out around the apartment," Becky answered back while
exhaling a cloud of smoke into the receiver.

"If you're not doing anything, would you like to come over and hang out with
me for a while tonight?" Kelly asked.

"I don't know Kelly, although you know I love you, the last time I came over,
you made me go outside to smoke and everything, and since then, I vowed not
take that abuse again," Becky responded back while laughing.

"I'm sorry Becky, I didn't mean to," Kelly said.  "I promise, if you come
over you can smoke up a storm inside my apartment, I don't mind.  I just need
to see you."

"Well, seeing that you put it that way, I guess I be over at seven," Becky
said with a laugh.

After she got off the phone with Becky, Kelly headed out the door to do some
shopping.  She was going to have to buy some cigarettes and some smoking
accessories, so she drove to the smoke shop a few blocks from her house.
Once there, she first picked out three matching ash trays for her apartment,
one for her bedroom, living room and kitchen.  Next she grabbed a package of
Bic lighters.  Finally came the toughest part, what cigarettes to buy.  There
were so many to choose from.  There were menthols and regulars.  Kings size
and 100's.  Lights and full flavor.  Well, her mother smoked Salem's so she
decided to pick up a pack of them.  She also decided to buy a pack of
Winston's as well, so that she could try a non-mentholated cigarette.  She
also decided to buy both in 100's.  She thought that a longer cigarette
looked better in a lady's hand.  

Once home, she placed the ashtrays in their respective rooms.  Then she
opened the package of three lighters, took one out, and placed the remainder
in her junk drawer in the kitchen.  Finally she grabbed both packs of
cigarettes, and pondered which one would she try first.  Well, mom always
said how much she loved her Salem's, Kelly thought.  So she decided to put
the pack of Winston's in the junk drawer with her spare lighter.  With the
pack of Salem's in her hand, she decided to open it.  It took her a few
minutes to figure it out, but she finally succeeded.

With the pack opened, she stared at the 20 tightly packed white cylinders.
She was quite curious, so she carefully pulled one out.  She placed it up to
her nose.  Sure smells much nicer unlit than lit, she thought.  The she
headed to the bathroom to see how she looked holding a cigarette.  Wow, not
bad, she thought.  I hope Jim thinks I am as sexy holding these things as I
look in the mirror.  She spent several minutes going through various poses.
She had to admit to herself there was something sexy, or maybe naughty, about
herself holding that cigarette.  

Finally, she squeezed the cigarette back into the pack, next to its nineteen
little friends.  She then ate diner and relaxed with a glass of wine until
Becky got there.  At seven o'clock sharp, Becky arrived.  

"Come on in Becky," Kelly said as Becky closed the door.  "Can I get you a
glass of wine?"

"I'd love some," Becky responded as she sat down at the kitchen table.

As Kelly poured her a glass of wine, Becky immediately pulled a pack of VS
100's out of her purse and lit up.  

"Hey Kelly, I see you bought a new ashtray," Becky said with a slight laugh.
"You didn't have to go out and buy one just for me.  A cup would  have done
the trick."

"I just wanted you to feel at home," Kelly said as she sat down.

The two girls chatted for about an hour.  Both had two glasses of wine while
Becky smoked four cigarettes.  Finally, with a slight buzz, Kelly got up the
nerve to finally ask Becky about smoking.

"There is a reason I asked you to come over, Becky," Kelly said while looking
down at the table.

"Kelly, is there something wrong?" Becky said as she placed her hand on
Kelly's arm.

"No, nothing is wrong, Becky," Kelly said while finally looking at Becky and
not the table.  "I'm a little embarrassed, but I need you to show my how to
do something."

"Oh, you scared me for a minute," Becky said laughing.  "I thought you might
be pregnant or something."

"Yeah, with all the dates I have been having lately," Kelly said while
breaking out in a laugh herself.

"OK, Kelly, what is it you want me to show you?" Becky said after she finally
calmed down.

"Well Becky, I need you to, well I don't know quite how to say this, but I
need you to show me how to smoke," Kelly finally said.

"You're kidding, of course," Becky replied.

"No, I'm serious, I need to learn how to smoke," Kelly continued.  "And who
better than you to show me?"

"Kelly, nobody starts smoking at the age of 24," Becky said as she reached
for her pack of cigarettes.  "Besides, you have always made it clear how
disgusting you think smoking is."

"Yeah, I know," Kelly responded back.  "I'm sorry for all the hassles I have
given you guys over the years."

"Don't get me wrong," Becky said after lighting a cigarette.  "I love to
smoke, and would be more than happy to show you, but why in God's name would
you want to take up smoking?"

"Do you remember Friday night at the bar when I gave Jim Parker my number?"
Kelly said while pouring herself another glass of wine.  "Well, he called me
today."

"Yeah, so, what does that got to do with smoking?" Becky replied.

"Well, after talking for about an hour, he asked me if I smoked," Kelly
continued.  "I remembered what Holly said last night about Jim and how he
only goes out with hard core smokers like himself.  So I panicked, and sort
of told a little white lie.  I wanted to go out with him so badly, I said
yes."

"You mean you're going to become a smoker just so you can go out with some
guy?" Becky said with a puzzled look on her face.

"No, I have no plans on becoming a smoker," Kelly said with a smile.  "I just
need to learn how to smoke well enough to kind of fool him into thinking I'm
one."

"So when is this date?" Becky asked.

"In two weeks," Kelly answered back.

"Kelly, I hate to tell you this, but if Jim Parker is looking for a heavy
smoker, I don't think anybody can become a heavy smoker in two weeks," Becky
said after crushing out her cigarette.  "It took me at least two years to get
myself up to the three packs a day that I now smoke."

"Wow Becky, I knew you smoked a lot, but three packs a day?"  Kelly asked
inquisitively.  "Why on earth do you smoke that much?"

"I guess you can say I love my cigarettes," Becky said while she pulled
another one out of her pack.  "When I first started, I never sought to smoke
this much.  But I liked it almost from the beginning.  It didn't take long to
become hooked, which made smoking even better, which made me smoke more,
which made me more hooked, which in turn made me enjoy it even more.  Next
thing I knew, I was smoking constantly."

"Aren't you worried about the health risk?" Kelly asked.  "Smoking is bad
enough, but to smoke that much borders on slow suicide."

"Well, the health risk does bother me sometimes," Becky said as she exhaled a
big cloud of smoke toward the ceiling.  "But I love these things so much, I
guess I just have accepted the eventual risk.  Besides, I am way too addicted
to quit now."  Becky took another puff and then continued.  "You know Kelly,
starting to smoke is a serious commitment.  You might not think you'll become
a smoker, but these things have a way of growing on you.  You might find that
you like these things.  The next thing you know, you're hooked."

"Don't worry Becky, I doubt very much I'll ever enjoy smoking," Kelly said.
"I'm too health conscience to spend the rest of my life sucking smoke into my
lungs."

"Well, don't say I didn't warn you," Becky said while laughing.  "Now let me
think on how I can get you to smoke well enough to convince Jim Parker that
you are one hopelessly addicted smoker."  Becky paused while she took another
puff from her cigarette.  "OK, I think you can do it, but you really have to
be committed.  It is going to be hard, but if anyone can, you are probably
the one."

"I'll do anything," Kelly replied.  "I really don't want to look like an
idiot in front of Jim."

"Ok, then I guess we will start with the basics.  Did you buy any
cigarettes?" Becky asked as she crushed out her cigarette.

"Yes, I have them right here," Kelly responded as she pulled a pack of
Salem's out of her purse.

"Oh my, those are some real cigarettes you bought.  No ultra light for you,"
Becky said while laughing.  "They may be a little harder to learn with, but
most heavy smokers smoke full flavor cigarettes.  I guess smoking these in
front of Jim will help convince him that you are a true smoker."

"I bought these because my mom smokes them, and she always said how much she
loved her Salem's," Kelly replied.  "Do you think I should get something
else?"

"No, you]re going to have to smoke a strong cigarette anyways so might as
well start with them," Becky answered back.  "Don't worry, you'll get used to
them.  For a menthol cigarette, they are quite good.  So I guess we should
get started.  Why don't you pull one out and I will show you how to light
it."

Kelly proceeded to pull out a cigarette and she also grabbed her lighter.
Becky pulled one out for herself and placed it between her lips.  Kelly
followed suit.

"OK Kelly, I want you to place the flame of the lighter to the cigarette and
gently suck on it for a second or two to get it lit," Becky explained.  "Once
lit, pull the cigarette out of your mouth and blow the smoke out.  Be careful
not to inhale it.  Here, I'll show you."

Becky showed Kelly exactly how to do it.  Kelly then proceeded to follow
suit.

"So, what do you think?"  Becky asked Kelly knowingly as she saw the look on
her face.

"Becky, this tastes awful!" Kelly responded.  "I can't believe anybody would
find this appealing."

"Don't worry Kelly, it is an acquired taste, kind of like coffee.  We'll keep
taking puffs until you get used to the taste."

Kelly continued to take puffs every minute or two until the cigarette was
completed.  Once done, Becky showed her how to put it out in the ashtray.

"Good job Kelly, you smoked your first cigarette.  It wasn't that bad now,
was it?"  Becky said with a smile.

"Well, it got a little better near the end, but over all, it was quite
awful," Kelly said discouragingly.  "I hope it gets better, or I'll never
make it."

"Don't worry, we haven't even got to the best part," Becky said as she lit
another cigarette.

"I notice that you inhale the smoke from your cigarette," Kelly said as she
watched Becky blow out the smoke from her newly lit cigarette.

"Yes, that is the best part of smoking," Becky answered.  "I will show you
how on your next cigarette."

The two girls talked for the next forty five minutes.  Finally Becky asked
Kelly if she was ready for her next lesson.  Kelly reluctantly agreed,
knowing full well that she needed to keep progressing.  The two girls each
pulled out another cigarette and lit them exactly like they did the first
one.

"OK Kelly, now on your next puff, instead of blowing the smoke out like
before, I want you to breathe the smoke in like this," Becky said as she
showed Kelly.  "Now take a small puff, and try not to cough."

Kelly did as told, and with some difficulty, managed to do it without
coughing.

"Hey, I did it," Kelly said after she proudly watched a small stream of smoke
exit her lips.  "It kind of felt cool going down my throat."

"Yes, that is the menthol," Becky responded back.  "Personally, I prefer
cigarettes without menthol, but it does make it a little easier to smoke."

Kelly took three more puff and succeeded in not coughing.  She found each one
easier than the next. But she started to feel light headed, so Becky advised
her to stop.

"Don't worry Kelly, the light headed feeling goes away as you get used to
it," Becky reassured her.

"You know Becky, that wasn't so bad," Kelly said as she clumsily crushed out
her cigarette.  "It still tastes a little funny, but not as bad as the
first."

Kelly had two more cigarettes the rest of the evening.  Which smoking the
last one, she managed sevens puffs before having to put it out.  

"You keep practicing Kelly, you're doing real well," Becky said as she got up
to leave.  "I will be back tomorrow night with the next lesson if that's
alright."

"Sounds good Becky, thanks for the help," Kelly said as she walked to the
door with Becky.  "I'll see you at seven again tomorrow?"

"I'll be here," Becky answered back.  "Remember, try to practice as much as
possible."

"I will, see you tomorrow," Kelly said as Becky left.

After Becky left, Kelly cleaned up and got ready for bed.  Just as she was
about ready to hit the sack, she glanced over at her cigarettes.  "Maybe I
should have one more before bed," Kelly thought to herself.  As she smoked,
she carefully evaluated the whole experience.  She found the taste to be
tolerable now, not great, but much better.  She also liked to see the smoke
exit her mouth, and even watched herself in the mirror to see how she looked.
But what intrigued her most was the feeling in her chest as she inhaled.  She
had to admit to herself that it was kind of pleasant feeling, nothing like
she had expected.

Finally, after ten puffs, the cigarette was almost gone.  With satisfaction,
Kelly put it out in the ashtray.  She had completely smoked her first
cigarette, and as Kelly lay down to bed, she was gaining confidence that she
would succeed in her quest to fool Jim.

Kelly awoke at eight the next morning.  The first thing that she noticed as
she got up was the awful taste in her mouth.  "Wow, this is what smokers wake
up to every morning," she thought to herself.  Kelly then went to the kitchen
and fixed herself a cup of coffee.  As she was reading the paper and sipping
on her coffee, she noticed her pack of cigarettes lying on the kitchen table.
"Well, I guess I better get back to practicing," she thought as she grabbed
her pack.

Kelly proceeded to light the cigarette.  Much to her surprise, the taste was
much better than the day before.  It seemed to go quite well with her coffee.
She also noticed the pleasant feeling that she was feeling as the nicotine
hit her brain.  The combination of the caffeine and the nicotine proved to be
a really nice pick me up.  As she crushed out the cigarette, she found
herself very pleased with the whole experience.

She smoked four more cigarettes the rest of the day.  She now found the taste
to be somewhat pleasant just as Becky had assured her.  She also watched
herself smoke in the mirror, and liked the sexy look that it gave her.
Smoking seemed to suit her, she noticed as the small stream of smoke hit the
mirror.  So by the time Becky arrived, Kelly was ready for her next lesson.

"Hi Becky, how are you doing?" Kelly asked as Becky came in the apartment.

"Good, Kelly," Becky said as she sat down at the kitchen table and pulled out
her pack of cigarettes.  "How is the smoking going?"

"You know, Becky, not to bad," Kelly said as she poured two glasses of wine.
"I didn't think I ever would hear myself say this, but smoking really isn't
all that bad."

"Well, that is good news Kelly, because it gets even better," Becky said as
she lit up a cigarette.  "I guess you are ready for your next lesson."

"Yes, I guess I am," Kelly responded as she handed Becky a glass of wine.

Kelly then pulled a cigarette out of her pack, and proceeded to light it.  

"OK Kelly, the next puff you take, I want you to suck on the cigarette for a
count of two, and then inhale," Becky said as she took another puff off her
cigarette.

Kelly did as instructed.  She immediately noticed the extra volume of smoke
as it hit her lungs, and the volume of smoke that she exhaled was
considerably larger than what she was used to.

"Not bad, not bad at all," Kelly said as she smiled at Becky.  "I really
noticed the difference."

"Good job Kelly, now I want you to repeat the two second puff again, but this
time hold your breathe four seconds after the inhale before blowing it out,"
Becky instructed her as she demonstrated it.

Kelly proceeded to do what she was told.  

"Hey, not as much smoke exhaled that time," Kelly said as she flicked her ash
in the ashtray.

"That's because more of it was absorbed into the lungs," Becky explained.
"But if you notice, a little is still coming out while you talk."

"Holding it in like that must be real good for your lungs," Kelly said with a
frown.

"Hey, nobody said smoking was good for you," Becky replied. "But the goal of
smoking is to get the most out of each puff, and real hard core smokers do
just that."

Kelly continued to smoke the rest of the cigarette as instructed.  She
started to feel light headed again after the seventh puff, but she still
managed to finish it.

"Not bad Kelly, you're doing real well," Becky said as she lit another
cigarette.  "We'll give it an hour or so and I will give you your next
lesson."

The two talked for the next hour.  Becky smoked three more cigarettes,
displaying to Kelly how real smokers smoke all whole time.  Finally Kelly
grabbed another cigarette and lit it, signaling that she was ready for her
next lesson.

"OK, this time Kelly, count to three before you stop your puff, and then hold
it in your lungs for four seconds, like before," Becky instructed.  

Kelly did as she was told, for the entire cigarette.  She again noticed the
extra volume of smoke hit her lungs, plus, she felt a little sense of
euphoria and relaxation while smoking.

An hour later, Kelly was ready again for another lesson.

"OK Kelly, this time I want you to completely exhale out your nose just prior
to taking a puff," Becky instructed.  "This will empty your lungs of air
prior to your puff.  Then instead of a three second puff, I want you to take
a four second puff.  Once the puff is complete, I want you to take as deep of
inhale as possible, and hold it for four seconds before exhaling."

Kelly did as told.  She was amazed at her exhale.  Nothing initially came
out, but then a massive cloud followed.  She also really felt the smoke hit
her chest.  But most of all she felt the nicotine hit her brain.  She was
starting to really like that feeling.  After completing that cigarette, she
felt incredibly relaxed.  The combination of the wine and nicotine made her
feel great.

"You know Becky, this smoking thing isn't bad," Kelly said as she crushed out
her cigarette.  "I think I'm getting used to it."

"You're doing really, really well Kelly," Becky smiled back.  "You sure look
like a real smoker now.  You have caught on quickly."

"Yeah, but I'm really starting to feel it in my lungs and throat," Kelly
replied back.  "Does your lungs and throat always feel this way?"

"No, you get used to it," Becky replied back.  "After smoking for awhile,
your lungs actually look forward to the smoke."

At around 11PM, Becky gave Kelly her last and final lesson.  This time she
was to take a five second puff, pulling as hard as she could on the filter
during the puff.  Becky demonstrated the cheek collapsing action required for
this puff.   Kelly was amazed at the huge volume of smoke that came out.  It
seemed endless.  Smoke was still trickling out twenty seconds after her
exhale.  

After Becky left, Kelly felt really smoked out.  Her lungs and throat hurt,
and she was starting to wonder how anybody could smoke like that all day
long.  Becky had instructed her that she was to consciously smoke as she with
the last cigarette from now on.  Every puff she would collapse her cheeks and
drag hard for five seconds, every inhale would be deep and held for four
seconds, and then every exhale would be slow and deliberate. She assured her
that soon it would be a natural way to smoke.  She also told Kelly to try to
smoke as much as possible and that she would stop by next Friday to work on
getting her to the next level.

Kelly went to bed soon after Becky left.  But she couldn't get to sleep.  She
was starting to have second thoughts over the whole thing.  Yes, she
definitely wanted to go out with Jim, but she was starting to worry about
what it was doing to her.  "This has got to be hurting my lungs," she thought
as she laid there.  But what worried her most was that she was starting to
like it.  She liked the feeling it gave her, and was starting to understand
why people smoked.  

Finally after rolling around in bed for an hour, she got up and decided to
have one more cigarette.  This time, she watched herself in the mirror.
"Wow, I really do look like a smoker," she said to herself as she marveled at
the site.  She also found herself really enjoying the cigarette.  The
cigarette now tasted good, and the feeling she had was incredible.  Her fears
of liking it too much was starting to come true.  When she went back to bed,
she wasn't quite sure what the next day would bring.

She woke up early for work the next morning.  She immediately poured herself
a cup of coffee, and although her lungs and throat felt awful, she decided to
light a cigarette up as well.  Once again, the feeling was incredible.  She
got a real boost smoking while drinking the coffee.  Plus, her lungs and
throat seemed to feel better.  She also concentrated on smoking as
instructed.  She was committed to making that her style.  Practice makes
perfect, she thought to herself.

She had one cigarette before work.  While at work though, she didn't smoke at
all.  She was going to practice in private, and didn't want anybody to know.
On the way home, she bought three more packs of Salem's, seeing that the one
she had was almost gone.  That night she smoked six more cigarettes.  She
even tried one of the Winston's, which she found not to her liking.  

The rest of the week, she continued to smoke about a half pack a day.  She
was really enjoying the whole experience, and decided to stop worrying about
her health concerns.  I'll stop as soon as dating Jim ends, which she assumed
like most guys she went out with, would happen.  On Friday Becky stopped over
to give her another lesson.

"OK Kelly, we need to work on smoking more now," Becky said as the two sat in
Kelly's apartment.  "Your technique is very good, but you need to smoke much
more often to impress Jim."

"Yeah, I know, but how am I going to do that with only a week left?" Kelly
asked as she lit a cigarette. 

"Well, I have a plan," Becky said as she followed suit.  "What I want you to
do is carry a watch around with a timer on it.  Tomorrow set the alarm to
beep every 55 minutes.  Every time it goes off, light a cigarette.  On
Sunday, set it for 50 minutes, 45 on Monday, 40 on Tuesday, 35 on Wednesday,
30 on Thursday and finally every 25 minutes on Friday.  By Saturday, you will
be up to two packs a day, which should satisfy Jim."

"Gosh Becky, I don't know, that seems like a lot," Kelly said while exhaling
smoke toward the ceiling.  

"Well Kelly, you need to be ready come next Saturday, or you're going to be
in quite a fix," Becky said with authority.  "How else are you going to do
it?"

Kelly knew that Becky was right.  She knew it was going to be tough, but what
other choice did she have.  If she was going to do this, she was going to do
it right.

"OK Becky, I will, but I'm not going to smoke at work.  I not ready for
that," Kelly said.

"I understand, but you need to do it when you're home," Becky continued.
"Plus, you might want to take Thursday and Friday off to really prep
yourself."

The two continued to smoke the rest of the evening.  Kelly was now really
used to taking long hard puffs and deep inhales.  It was starting to become
more and more natural with every cigarette.  She also was enjoying smoking
more than she ever dreamed she would, something she hoped would make the next
week easier.

Saturday went off real well.  She had no problem lighting up every 55
minutes, and really enjoyed spending the whole day quietly smoking at home.
It seemed to make the day more enjoyable.  Sunday was a little harder, but
she handled it well.  She decided to go out and buy herself a carton of
Salem's.  She figured that she was going to need them.

Monday morning she smoked four cigarettes before work, and then smoked every
45 minutes afterwards.  Again, she didn't have too much trouble, although it
did seem like that clocked beeped a lot.

Tuesday and Wednesday went well also, although the frequency she had to smoke
after work became difficult.  Thursday. though, was the big day.  She was
going to have to light up every 30 minutes for the entire day.  It turned out
much tougher than she thought it would be.  Her body was just not used to the
constant barrage of nicotine.  There were times during the day that she felt
a little sick to her stomach.  But she persisted anyway, and managed to get
through the day.    

Friday turned out to be easier though.  Even though she had to light up every
25 minutes, her body was adjusting quickly to the extra dose of nicotine.
That night she went out with Becky, Holly and Jen.  The shock on Holly and
Jen's face as Kelly lit up was something to behold.  They jokingly busted her
butt every time she lit up, sort of pay back for all the years she did it to
them.  Becky was quite impressed and proud though.  Her technique was
flawless and she lit up almost as much as she did.  Becky knew that Kelly was
ready.

That night while lying in bed, Kelly reached over to her cigarettes on her
nightstand, pulled one out, and lit it.  It was her 43rd that day.  As Kelly
inhaled the smoke deeply into her chest, she started to think about the day.
In two short weeks she went from thinking that smoking was stupid and
repugnant, to stupid and enjoyable.  "I can't believe I did it", Kelly
thought as she smoked.  "This smoking thing is quite easy."  As she stubbed
out her last cigarette of the day, she now knew that she was ready.

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