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Think about it: those cigarette vending machines are like little gateways to addiction. are/be always there, lurking in corners/shadows/hidden spots, whispering temptations into your ear. Every time you walk by, you see that bright, glowing display, filled with packs/cartons/sticks of cigarettes pro