My french teacher told me I had to quit smoking in like 8th grade cause it was bad for me and he literally would not believe that I didn't smoke, it was just that my parents were chainsmokers. He kept telling me to quit the entire year.
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in retrospect it was insane when adults would insist I was smoking because they smelled smoke on me when secondhand smoke was fucking everywhere
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The odor in comparison is basically nothing so smokers aren’t inflicting you with Dung Pods just by being around you anymore.
But like, the striped shirt is a hockey jersey, and the bagette is a hockey stick. The baret remains.