Long ago, before you or I were born, there was a lady with a powerful gift,
she could interact with demons. She had the ability to see them and to talk to them.
Many townsfolk believed she was the daughter of The Devil.
God was bereft at how a common woman possessed such a "gift", and decided to unleash His wrath on her. The woman suffered every time she spoke with a demon. There came a point in which she actually prayed to the Being that was the cause of her suffering. The poor soul asked what she had done to deserve such anguish.
God told her that she was a human being. That she couldn't dwell with demons, beings of darkness, beings of Hell. In other words, she was asked to repent.
But how could she repent? After all, she was born with that gift; you can't get rid of something that's second nature... She found the answer.
Every time she approached a demon, she harnessed their energy and rolled it in a piece of paper. Afterwards, she lit the paper on fire and breathed. When she exhaled the smoke, that demon was sent to Heaven to receive its punishment.
That is an old tale about the origin of cigarettes.
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