The thing about it is, they killed my mother. My grandfather. My friend Les. My uncle Vern. And they are killing many more people I know and love. Maybe even my own children. Cigarettes are public enemy number one in my book and there hasn't been much we could do about them. We can ban them from public places. We can put nasty adverts on their covers. But people will still smoke them. Still die from their toxic fumes. It's frustrating for people like me. I mean, you can't put on a pink tshirt and run around the Nation's Capital. There are no rallies, no battle cries, just death and internal destruction. My baby granddaughter's other granny has emphysema because of cigarettes. She has to go to work everyday as a cleaner in a retirement residence hooked up to an oxygen tank. She quit the smoke a year ago, but it doesn't matter. Cigarettes got her before she reached her 50th birthday. My kids, they all smoke. Despite my pleadings, despite me putting image...
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