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"You should stop smoking." I whispered, passing him a soft smile. His face twitched in distaste as he heard my words. Lighting the cigarette, he inhaled it and let out a thick blow of smoke out of his mouth. "This nicotine is the only thing that keeps me sane." He said, shrugging his shoulders ever so slightly. "And your music is the only thing that keeps me sane. I don't want you to ruin it." I to