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Peer pressure; what corruption!  I have once folded in the weight of peer pressure.  It was the summer of 10th grade, and I was with my best friend since first grade.  We were walking aimlessly around her neighborhood when she looked at me and said, “I have a confession.”  She began smoking cigarettes, and broke one out and lit it up.  Next, she offered me one.  At first I was hesitant and said no, but with her coaxing and “but we’re best friends, we do everything together” guilt trips, I lit up my first cancer stick.  To this day I have regretted it, because six years later looking back, I have wasted an incomprehensible about of money and health.  To this day I have not been able to quit, and if I could I would go back and snap all of her nifty little fags in two.