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they’re in the grocery store. you’re at the end of the aisle and you just keep hearing them show each other different products like, “what’d ya think, sweetheart?” “dean, would you like this pie or will you make one at home?” “eh, kinda feeling lazy. yea put that in the cart, sweetheart. now, you want grape jelly or strawberry?” “grape, dean<3”
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