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I feel it is a shame that small tobacconists shops have disappeared from the streets. The little trays of different tobaccos were as redolent of history as the shipping forecast. You could call into a shop like this and buy a really cheap pipe to smoke tea in. The worst think I ever smoked was a twig of elder drilled down the middle, the rim dipped in oil and lit. Why do we regard such things as being the good old days?
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Buvez toujours, mourrez jamais.
Rabelais
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