My first apartment was above that of elderly retired heavy smokers. They smoked from the minute they got up to the minute they went to bed. My place reeked of smoke even in the winter with windows closed.
My furniture, my hair, my clothing, everything smelled of stale smoke. It was like I had sat in a small, smoky bar for hours.
After about a year, the man passed away (no wonder-he coughed up a lung every morning) and his wife moved. A younger couple moved in and they smoked as well, but it was only bad at night because they were at work all day.
“After about a year, the man passed away (no wonder-he coughed up a lung every morning)”
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He did make it to retirement and being called ‘elderly’ by you though. The smoking couldn’t have been THAT harmful.
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