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humiliated, i went downstairs. some, in a crisis, must lack the laugh or muffle it for long enough. twice i've been to oaxaca during the day of the dead, when the departed members of families have their favorite food, drinks, and perhaps cigarettes set out for them at meals. it's understood that, at
kent, gauloises, benson & hedges, nat sherman. finally (and i do mean finally), marlboro gold (formerly lights), the crack cocaine of tobacco products, containing all sorts of cunning chemicals and a somewhat insulting whisper of sugar. doing the math, i reckon that i have smoked about a million cigarettes—and...
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/12/23/the-art-of-dying