"I'm twenty-three," the boy says, lighting a cigarette. He doesn't look much past thirteen.

"For some reason I'm not buying that," the older lady says as she plucks the cigarette from his mouth.

She smothers it beneath her foot as the boy digs around in his backpack. He pulls out his driver's license and hands it over to her. She examines it for flaws. Holding it to the sunlight hoping a light would shine through it. She finds no flaws with it. She hands it back to the man.

"Sorry, how do you stay so young," the woman asks.

"I stay young at heart," the man jokes. They both laugh at the absurdness of his answer.
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