If I was ever going to ‘come out’, I should have done it when I was younger If anyone ever offers me a cigarette, I always reply: “No thanks, I don’t smoke.” But I’m lying. I started smoking at 16. I thought it made me look grown-up, but I was shy so I’d do it on my own. I would go into the woods near my home, or occasionally “bravely” have one in the house if nobody was else in.
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