"Hey, kid," says Dean, plopping down next to her at one of the small, hastily assembled tables. He smells like burgers and smoke, grease in the creases of his face when he smiles, and it's possible that he's never felt happier.
"Help settle our first argument as a married couple." Dean holds up two bags of potato chips. "Barbecue or sour cream?"
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Date: 2014-10-07 10:18 pm (UTC)"Help settle our first argument as a married couple." Dean holds up two bags of potato chips. "Barbecue or sour cream?"