Devoted

He preferred that actually. “I am devoted”. When you say you’re addicted, it sounds like you’re being dragged by the hair. 

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He couldn’t go on entertaining himself in this way. The idea is to trick the system into forgetting that is utterly desperate for a cigarette. You have to give it too much to consider. But how can the brain trick the brain? Normally, he’d spend about ten seconds in the bathroom in the morning. Enough time to empty the fish tank, and then straight into the kitchen. Coffee on and fag in mouth, window wide open and some Tchaikovsky on the jukebox extolling virtues of bravery and honour, a marching theme he could puff to. That’s how every day would start. How he missed it.