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Granted. A breakfast appears in front of you, spiked with an infernal enchanted drug that turns you into a townie, complete with burberry baseball cap and Reebok Classics.
I wish for a cigarette that tastes like a regualr one, but is good for your skin, good for your lungs, and generally full of smoky goodness. Either that, or I wish I could quit without morphing into the bitch queen of hell.
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