I always keep a pack of matches in my jacket pocket. Nothing else is permitted - no ponytail holders, no Kleenex, nothing that is used for the care and feeding of someone else. I haven't smoked for years and have no desire to do so now. The matches just remind me of me, when I didn't have to take care of anyone else* and I could smoke because I was never going to die.
*Standard disclaimer: Of course taking care of my children is the most wonderful thing in the world to me, blah blah blah.
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hahaha, *of course*.
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