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 I can always predict the weather given how my morning cigarette goes.  If it tastes like cardboard or an old apple, it will rain hard in the late afternoon.  If burns the back of my nose, it will be cloudy all day.  If I get a toothache it means hail and anything blowing up into my eyes means hot, humid, and sunny.   My great grandmother had the same talent.  If her back itched it meant snow, if her neck hurt it meant midnight rains had come and gone.  Some things must jump generations. Looking at our flowerbed, you'd think it was snowing in July.  The kid above me would chain smoke and scream language learning dialogues at his computer, t