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my friend says i'm lucky that i don't have an addictive personality. she smokes cigarettes and laughs that she's giving herself cancer. one day, she'll call it bad luck. i don't believe in fate or chance or anything outside of ourselves. i'm sorry i can't explain lotteries or disease; all i can explain are choices. i wish she could see what she is doing to herself. i wish she could see that she could stop. i wish she could accept responsibility for what is in her control.