"I hate my life," said the eleven-year-old boy.
"Why?" I questioned.
"I can't call my friends."
"Sure, you can. Use the phone in the kitchen."
"No one talks on home phones anymore."
"What do you your friends talk on?"
"Their cells, of course. I am the only one without a cell phone."
"Just like you are the only one without bottled water."
"Yes."
"Here's idea for you. You can do what I did as a kid. Go outside, walk to your friends' houses and knock on their doors."
"No, I just need a phone. When can I get one?"
"After you get a job and start paying for your own bottled water."
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