John leaned back in his chair, pressed the button, and began to suck on the e-cigarette. Fascinated, I watched the end glow brighter and redder as he pulled the nicotine-laced smoke into his lungs. Exhaling, a plume of white gushed into the air – far different from the trailing tendrils of bluish smoke I remembered from cigarettes. His eyes fluttered a bit as the nicotine hit his system, A slow smile spread across his face. “Want a hit?” he said. “One hit’s like a whole cig – much more efficient.” I looked at his new paraphernalia. A slow horror spread through me.
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