This is the part of Chantix where I'm still "sober" enough for the little addict in my brain to realize she is being drugged. She's being 'duped' into not wanting cigarettes anymore. And so, she fights all the harder. She says, "Oh, no. I WANT this cigarette. In fact, maybe I'll have two. No, really, this is awesome." Her voice gets a little louder, a bit more frantic when her little sponsor says this is really fucking stupid, and it's cold, and my lungs hurt, and blergh, this tastes like shit. She starts squealing, "It FEELS GOOD. It TASTES GOOD. NO, REALLY I SWEAR ISN'T THIS AWESOME YOU KNOW YOU DON'T WANT TO STOP!!"
So, yeah, that's awesome.
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