"So stop smoking in my room," Stan yelled, coughing again when he inhaled more smoke.
"A little smoke isn't going to kill you," Uncle Rob waved off, tapping his cigarette on the edge of the night stand. Stan nearly backed himself off trying to get away from the cancer stick.
"It might kill me! A puff of smoke for you is my whole air supply!"
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