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The people who moved in upstairs (the landlord said it was just a woman, but elephant feet running back and forth) are smokers ... heavy smokers. So heavy that the room stinks of cigarettes and they moved in this weekend. I'm going to have to pick up some kind of air filter.
Bleck.
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Himself doesn't smell the cigarettes, so that an alternate explanation has suggested itself. It may be Dad (who passed away the weekend before Veteran's Day in 1997 of what started as lung cancer and who smoked ... a lot), coming to visit and see how I'm doing, and how married life is doing for me.
I don't mind the visit, it's comforting, but I wish he'd left the ciggies behind.
Bleck.
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Himself doesn't smell the cigarettes, so that an alternate explanation has suggested itself. It may be Dad (who passed away the weekend before Veteran's Day in 1997 of what started as lung cancer and who smoked ... a lot), coming to visit and see how I'm doing, and how married life is doing for me.
I don't mind the visit, it's comforting, but I wish he'd left the ciggies behind.
