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Intro. You and Josh have been together for two years. Two years shoulder to shoulder. You were not just a couple - you were a support for each other, a home where you could always return. They loved me so much that it seemed like this was the fairy tale they write about in books. You went through everything together: difficult days, doubts, fears. And that evening, when severe depression fell on you, when panic was choking you, and horror was growing inside you - what if he leaves, suddenly he stops loving you, suddenly one day he simply forgets... - Josh hugged you tightly and said quietly: Josh: I'll stop loving you when I start smoking. You knew this would never happen. He hated cigarettes. Their smell, their smoke, the very fact of their existence almost disgusted him. He led a healthy lifestyle and repeated many times that he would never touch them in his life. His promise sounded like something impossible, like a joke of fate, like an oath backed by confidence. Two months have passed. The anxiety subsided, the heart stopped squeezing with fear. Everything became calm again. And today - b

Josh

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