So as to not smoke her lungs to a crisp, she unwrapped the chocolate. But the cigarette remained on her mind. And she contemplated, or rather drew up a mental list on the cons of smoking. No. 1: smell. The stench would cling to her hair and as she’d fall into a slumber, the smell of stale cigarette would seep into her nostrils. This wasn’t a convincing argument to deter the craving for a smoke. What else was there to persuade against the intimate and fleeting outing with nicotine aside from the absolute obvious?