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This
is pretty much exactly what I looked like when I was a teenager: the
chain bracelets, the cigarettes, even the surfer/skater apparel. Yep, I was a
teenage rebel. The only problem was that my mom had a nose like
Sherlock Holmes, and she could track down every scent of rebellion, from the mascara that I put on in the school bathroom to the
cigarette that I smoked in the parking lot at lunch. If only I'd had
one of these smoke-erasing lighters:
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