Damn, I have two General Wintergreen portions left. I better place an order for some new stuff. Entering the world of snus has proven both a blessing and a curse. More so a blessing in the development of a love for unique flavors and feelings associated with such a special tobacco product. A curse in that not having the swedish drug in my possession is a wrenching vacuum in my soul.
I sweat in anticipation and withdrawal as I check the mailbox again. Damn. How much do time machines cost - is the science possible? I ponder ridiculously.
Another day without snus. I will not give in to my temptation and desire in buying a lesser product in American snus or dip. Doing so would inevitably leave me in a state of impossible longing and unfair comparison. Much as letting one's mind wander to a special love lost. I walk alone in the stinging cold rain - knowing full well the conclusion of my journey is a warmth in which words fail to explain. Keep walking. My dear friend, nay, love, snus awaits me.
Maybe tomorrow...
I sweat in anticipation and withdrawal as I check the mailbox again. Damn. How much do time machines cost - is the science possible? I ponder ridiculously.
Another day without snus. I will not give in to my temptation and desire in buying a lesser product in American snus or dip. Doing so would inevitably leave me in a state of impossible longing and unfair comparison. Much as letting one's mind wander to a special love lost. I walk alone in the stinging cold rain - knowing full well the conclusion of my journey is a warmth in which words fail to explain. Keep walking. My dear friend, nay, love, snus awaits me.
Maybe tomorrow...
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