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The next morning, Turner went into a serious coughing fit on his way to the bathroom. He had to hold onto the cabinet to keep his balance. His head was spinning. The rest of the room—and the bathroom door, which was just an arm’s length away—stretched into an unreachable distance.
He should stop smoking. He should have stopped a long time ago. But why? He liked smoking. Occasionally, he smoked pot and hashish, other times thick Cuban cigars. Smoking is one of the greatest joys on earth and he was not willing to give it up. On the previous day, he had hardly smoked and the coughing fit made no sense to him. He attributed it to the A/C and the Tokyo air.
When the fit was over, his day started. He had lunch at the hotel and began the preparations to welcome Lilian. He had much to take ca
