Rachel CaineYou're still here. No beer. I'm not corrupting a minor." a minor, " she pointed out. "At least for beer."" Yeah, and by the way, how much does it suck that I'm an adult if I kill somebody, and I'm not if I want a beer?
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The difference between minor and adult is that you can kill and booze and also be arrested for murder if you're an adult. The difference between a minor and an adult is that you can't.
Source: Glass Houses
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