Colby's my older brother. He is 26 and i'm 20. One day, he walked in on me smoking outside his house he shares with Sam and Kat.
Colby: "You shouldn't be doing that." He said walking over to me and snatched it from my hand.
"It's just a cigarette and it cannot be that bad."
Colby: "Honey, don't you love me, and you know it makes me sad."
"It's just a cigarette like you always used to do." I said snatching it back, rolling it between 2 fingers.
Colby: "I was different then. I don't need them to be cool." He said taking it and putting it out with the soul of his shoe.
I rolled my eyes and he dragged me back in the house.
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