"I am a cigarette"

Oh boy oh boy, time for our adventure! Some woman just payed for us, and is going to take us to many places! I just wish she'd open her purse. It's cold in her purse. Dark too. Oh well, it's better than the store. Don't get me wrong, the store was nice and all. You got to know many people. I've never really seen any faces though, ever since the factory packaged me up. Voices can still give a lot of insight on a person though. This woman was a new voice, so I don't know too much about her yet.

My brothers and sisters are taking this really well. They're calm, yet you can feel the excitement beaming off of them. We all can't wait. Where will we be going? I once heard an old man who used to buy the packs next to mine that the world is a big place. I want to see it all!

The woman stopped moving, I think she's sitting down. Oh boy, she's looking into the purse. She's taking us out of it! Oh boy oh boy, are we finally going to see a piece of the world? I can tell we're out of the purse now. Anyone could feel that foreign breeze against the packaging. The packaging is being opened! Oh boy, I'm so excited! Oh how such blinding sunlight can be so beautiful! What is this I see? A lush, green field, filled with picnickers, frisbees, and happy children? It's all so beautiful!

What's this? The woman has taken my brother? I'm so jealous. He gets to see even more of this gorgeous world! The woman bewilders me though. How can she look so stressed, so sad when presented with this beautiful scene? I wonder who the man is in the picture she has. Wait, why is she putting my brother's head in her mouth? How can he see like that? She doesn't plan on consuming him, does she? What's that thing she's holding up to him? What is it going to do?

I see it producing a small flame. Thats right! It was mighty cold in that purse, so surely she's just going to heat us up, one by one. But that flame is awfully close to him, and I think it's moving closer. Oh no! She's burning him! What has she done? Was this her plan all along? Good, she's putting him down. What's with all that smoke coming out of her mouth? Oh no, she's putting him back into her mouth! Oh, the horror! Why won't all this just end?

He's only a mere head now, and she's putting him in what only could be considered a burial site of sorts. I can see all of the different cigarette heads to all the different brands I can still remember from the factory. There's a lot of them.

Oh no! She's got ME! I'm going to end up like my brother, and all the ones before him! The same will probably happen to the rest of my brothers though. The burning is intense, and I can feel her inhale my fumes through my head. I hope my fumes do her good. I hope I help her live a long life.

That way she can see the rest of this beautiful world, for me and for my brothers.

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