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wow, another fantastic story kool guy. i never got a school bus, i lived a 5 minute walk away, but the story certainly brought back memories of going behind the shed with the smoking girls when i was at school, all of us dying for a cigarette. i used to enjoy lighting the girls cigs for them and watching them devoloping their styles. i loved seeing their chests heave up and down and hearing them talk about how they would be skiving sport today because their lungs weren't up to it, and how they wish they didn't have to spend all their breaks here, but the addiction had them in control, and watching them smoke until the last minute before lessons, and seeing their sad faces when the bell went for lessons and they had to put out their fags. then, we would leave the shed, and each of them would cough and clear their chests for lessons. then i would go into class with a couple of them, and they would be smelling gorgeus, and all the really cool anti-smokers would tut-tut and hold their noses as the gorgeus sweet smell of smoking girls filled the room.
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