*gives her a look* Abigail, you hand me over the credit cards that you took from the stash, and I'll let you know which one you can take to the mall. Unless you want me to go with you, in which case I get the final say on all clothes that you buy. And you're not gonna like that.
Huh. Whole new world we're livin' in, Absinthe, when we can buy new jeans just because we tore 'em. *reaches for his jacket and the keys, and shakes his fist at her* When I was your age, we wore our torn jeans uphill both ways in the snow to school, barefoot.
Please can I drive? Please? Please please please please please please I'll stop saying this if you let me do it. Please please please please please please please please please please please please....
*he smiled at her, a serene and peaceful smile* I got all damn day, and the car keys, so you get that out of your system now, and then we'll head out whenever you're ready.
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Really.
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*well they were sacrificed to ectoplasm, but can she tell Dean that? No*
I tore them.
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*holds her hand out for the keys*
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Please can I drive? Please? Please please please please please please I'll stop saying this if you let me do it. Please please please please please please please please please please please please....
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