“Take these away from me!”, Reed hands me a pack of Menthols as he swears to me, “I got to quit smoking these!”.
The next night I run into another friend, “Hey Landis, you still smoke?”.
“Sure.”
I hand Landis the pack.
Shortly after a flustered Reed appears, “Does anyone have a cigarette?”.
Landis hands Reed a cigarette from the pack that was originally his.
