While driving in the car yesterday, here is the conversation I hear from the back seat.
Noah, "I don't even know how to smoke. I mean, it's just weird."
(He had a capri sun straw and I'm assuming he was pretending it was a cigarette.)
Caleb, "I do. You put the smoker in your mouth and bite it, then put fire on it. Then you just breathe."
Noah, "Yeah."
Caleb, "Then in ten years you die."
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