and how the folk lives by the name while a hairline of grandeur still lasts; there, her grandmother slants.
Who insists as-a-matter-of-factly that cigar is her bread and butter and has lived thru the years of writhing emotional and physical pains. Her grandmother grits and plaints. All pointing or meshed in eitherwise with nicotine and cigar consequences, adverse effects, aftereffects, contraindications, and the like. And, still neck-and-all, grandmother insists she could have died long ago if cigar has its effects. Grandma might have been used (overused and habituated...and mastered the skills of smoking) being that introduced to the act at the young age of she says five whether or not ere hath transpired things change. From the inputs to outputs, focal points to general perspectives, from the offenses to fortresses. Mama, put science properly with the wisdom of ages. Alongside. In the most appropriate setting. Not when you have convinced yourself in the other way around. It's also apt to consider that a caring for your own good persona should not be your best armor. Mama, as much as some individuals would like to hear from you and heed your words when necessary, it would be nice of you to do the deed in return.
An i.e. of what science sometimes hurdle with the traditional stick to their own terms nutheaded ones.
Sigh.
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