My father has been sneaking smokes from his cigs in the apartment that does not allow smoking.
I caught him in the bathroom, I found cig ashes on the sink and "Stephan" caught him in the living room with the window opened.
The second day since we moved to Jersey, I was cooking and the smoke alarms went off. It wasn't the food, since it didn't burn, so I thought my father was smoking in the bathroom, "Stephan" didn't think so. He was wrong.

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