Two of my roomies here in Kish, Iran are smokers. Puffing cigarette is somewhat their pastime. In fact, they can finish at least one box of Esse cigarette in a day that has become their trademark. I would love to leave them something to remember me like a box of cigar. Sadly, I don’t have one with me because I left everything back home. I didn’t know that I would meet lovely people that I will learn to love.
Tomorrow, I will leave them and it’s uncertain when we will meet again. I’m still unsure what to give them as a remembrance. Hubby said to give anything I can find, which is not too personal. But, I guess it is better that way other than not having something. Although I’m sure both of them will be happy to get a cigar in a humidor.
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