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he said -"It's just a cigarette, it can't be that bad" he looked at you indifferently "Gustavo, don't you love me?! You know that makes me sad!" he looked at you surprised -"honey, I love you, it's just a cigarette.. you can trust me, I can stop whenever I want, besides, you used to smoke too" he tried to reassure you "I did when I was young. It's just a cigarette and it will damage your pretty lungs."
-"Well, it's 3 a week, I don't think it's very possible"
"Soon it will be 10 a week." you told him with teary eyes "I'm afraid for your health, I love you and I don't want to lose you... Like I lost my father..." you murmured with your broken heart, he put out the cigarette and hugged you

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