I like smoking in my attic. It's nice and spacious with a few windows which I keep open. In the winter I'll wrap myself some blankets. In the summer I'll strip down to my underwear. There's something relaxing about the smell of the wood and old furniture in there, the singular dim orange bulb, the way the smoke lingers almost motionless, the sounds of critters rustling through the woods at night, etc. etc.
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