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Fumee means to smoke in French.

I used to like and miss this kind of cigarette. Mas loved this brand. I wasn’t and am not a smoker, but i could sit next to him breathing his smoke.

Now, i could pass out to be next to a smoker. I can’t barely breath with smoke around me. And I hate it, when the smell stick to my hair and clothes. I feel embarrassed and try not to recall those days when i was intensely being a passive smoker. Some people said my nose and lung covered by love. Well IMHO, i had a blind love, which unconsciously affected me, in the wrong way.

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