With smoking on the decline for several decades, fewer and fewer people have the need for a cigarette lighter than do, say, a way to charge their phone
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But while the industry has long relied on these relationships to help guard against regulation, African-American organizations are also leading the call for action by making menthol a part of their national platforms
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