dear CIG
we've been companions for longer than i'd like to admit. i think it's time we go our separate ways. i know it will be difficult. we'll be all depressed and sleepless and maybe even get fat. but, i've outgrown you. and besides, i'm starting to see wrinkles around my eyes and i'm sick of worrying if i smell like you. i'm feeling vain and old and gross and it's your fault. so, goodbye for now, cig. ice cream is my new companion. we're rather happy together. no hard feelings, cig?
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Call me Cig
No hard feelings, man. I understand where you're coming from. Sometimes I disgust me! And you're right, those damn people on the T, they are thinking "Jeez this chic smells somethin' awful" (I never wanted to be the one to spill the beans...)! But don't worry. I promise you will never get fat. I can't do a damn thing about depression and sleeplessness, though ... looks like you're riding that plane solo.
--by Someone, 01/11/2006
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