"You're lying! You've been walking this Earth for years and you don't even understand how that works? Do you not know the painful feeling of seeing everyone drinking and you're not? Like, you couldn't even drink? Or have fun at least?" I demanded.
"I'm sorry, but I really don't understand." he said.
"How can you not understand?" I demanded.
"Because I don't drink?" he answered.
"Right... How about thinking of something you've been doing for some time now? Like your smoking habits maybe? How would you feel if there would come a time when you couldn't do this anymore?" I asked as I grabbed the box of cigarettes and waved it in front of his face.
"I mean, I could just quit?" he said, unsure of where I was going with this.
"No way! People have said it's really hard to quit smoking!
