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Secondhand Treasures

VampirateMace

Internet Overlord
Secondhand Treasures

Approved Players:
1) vampirate_mace (Dimmy Highnote)
2) Extreme Floatzel (Luke McDevitt, Ireland Baseball Cap)
3) Pokefan0234 *Reserved*
4) Kiruria (Vicky Greystone, fairy wand)
5) DVB (Diego Vendrix, Pen)
6) abraxas *Reserved*
7) Musical Mayhem (Lucy Hartnell, stuffed platypus)
8) Zalck (Jaque de Gantre, Gameboy Micro)
9) themightydoof (Daniel Parks, Old Storybook)
10) Tokyo Oranges ?reserved?
11) TheSequelReturns (Alice Sterling, glass ocarina)
12) Tokyo Oranges (Shay Alis, Old Sketchbook)

Rules:
1) follow serebii rules
2) do not bunny/control other people’s characters.
3) No God mode, you are mortal/human
4) Put your character’s name at the top of your post.

*Dimmy Highnote*

Dimmy sighed and looked over the day’s receipts. He could remember each of the sales. It wasn’t a bad business day, a little slow perhaps, but slow gave him more time to read.

(If you are an approved player and not listed below, please let me know)

Cheap plastic fairy wand with a purple rose on it. Traded to a slightly strange girl (Kiruria, Vicky) in exchange for a nightlight and tiger doll. The wand had the power to glow to when it detects those with evil intents.

A rune decorated calligraphy pen with a partial bottle of ink. Sold to a young man a in a sort of punk outfit (DVB, Diego). The pen had once been used in neo-pagan rituals and seemed to have gained the power to translate the writer’s normal writing into ancient ruins.

He’d sold a cheap old green Gameboy Micro to some guy (Zalck, Jaque de Gantre). Little did he know he’d just bought a game with a save file that would be always changing. When he turned it on, he’d never know where his character would be, if he’d be boy or girl, or what pokemon and badges they would have.

A tiny girl (Musical Mayhem, Lucy Hartnell) in a uniform from a local arcade and burger joint came in. She’d bought a stuffed platypus that had been sitting on the shelf for years. Dimmy had to rack his brain to remember if it even had a power at all. That’s right it would multiply if the owner thought about it while they were away, but if they didn’t think about it, the copies would slowly disappear.

He’d also sold a baseball cap to a kid with an Irish accent (Extreme Floatzel, Luke). He seemed nice enough. He’d probably be interested to find that his cap could disguise the wearer’s accent.

He’d also sold an Item he’d been rather attached to, an Old Storybook, a never ending fairytale, with the power to stop time, but only while you are actually reading it. Bought by a pale kid, (themightydoof, Daniel Parks) who had a strange but negative aura.

To a friendly girl in a wheelchair (TheSequelReturns, Alice) he’d a glass ocarina. A sweet sounding instrument that at night, would summon a ghostly looking image of the player, that dances to the music.

Lastly he’d sold a fancy old notebook to a girl in somewhat worn clothing (Tokyo Oranges, Shay) . She seemed to have money however… The notebook was a wondrous little item. It became empty every time it changed owners. But up until that point the things sketched within it seemed to come to life, running across the pages, waving silently to their creator. A secret world they could watch from above and alter with their pencil

Dimmy stacked these papers neatly up and placed them in the months’ folder. He picked up a notebook from next to the register. This notebook was a list, a list of the items that went missing this month. Dimmy sneered, shoplifters annoyed him, but luckily he didn’t have anything to add to the list today. He put the list back and turned to his rats’ cage, “You guys hungry?”
 
"Uhh... excuse me," Diego said as he approached the counter once more. "Do you know if there are any special requirements or care that this pen would have?" he asked Dimmy. He was observing the pen with wonder. He can't wait to try it out, though he would to purchase more India ink for it. I can finally start drawing decent ***** with this. All I need now is PhotoShop, he thought to himself with a smile.

((I'm sorry if this is odd, but I didn't know how to start this))
 
(DVB): I’m going to have to ask you to post more in the future. If we don’t make long enough posts the mods will shut this RPG down. Preferably at least 12 real sentences.

Dimmy opened a box he kept behind the counter. It had a small sack of hamster food and some small animal treats. Actual ‘rat food’ was hard to find, but the rats didn’t really care what the food was called. As he started to feed the rats he became aware that he’d never actually turned the sign on the door to closed. He hadn’t locked the door either.

The guy who’d bought the pen had come back, he was asking for instructions on caring for the pen. Dimmy set down the rodent fodder and turned to him. He pointed to the pen, which the boy was still staring at, “Well, I don’t know too much about pens, but this is a calligraphy pen. After you use it, you’ll need to clean it so that the ink doesn’t clog it up. A soft bristle toothbrush should work fine, and dry it, leaving point up so it doesn’t rust.”

Dimmy turned, the black rat Shadow had crawled out onto the counter top, in his distraction he’d forgotten to close the cage. He picked her up, “You’re not supposed to be out while customers are here, love,” and set her back in the cage. He secured the door, then stuffed a few treats through the bars.

He turned back to Diego, “So, is there anything else I can help you with?”
 
(OOC:I have a few questions about my hat. Can it be any accent or is it one specific accent? Is it easy to control? Do I hear my current voice or do only who I'm talking to hear it?)


Luke, wearing his new cap, continued cycling back to his house, the hat was a great fit, and it felt perfect for him and Luke thought that it looked pretty good on him, and in truth, it did.

It wasn’t long until Luke soon heard a pop, and felt himself fall a little bit to the ground, he climbed off his bike and kneeled down on the ground, a puncture “Great, just what I need” Luke mumbled under his breath, he pulled his backpack off his shoulder with a sigh and began raking through it. He had hoped that he had his puncture repair kit packed inside of the backpack, but unfortunately only had a few bits and pieces from it, but he would try and make do with that. He had a couple of rubber patches and some of the special glue for rubber; Luke had failed to remember the proper name, so he normally just called it “Rubber Glue” There was barely any left in the bottle, but there was enough to suffice for this occasion, but he probably needed to get a new one. With his limited supplies this would definitely not last very long, probably no more than a week, definitely no more than two. Luke began to get to work on the tire.

Having glued the special patch to the Tire, Luke decided that he should at least try and find out what had punctured it, Luke sighed and began to retrace his steps, well, tires, a few feet back Luke found a smashed beer bottle, he grumbled in annoyance and sat down on a nearby wall, awaiting the glue to dry. And even once it had dried Luke would still have to pump it up again, Luke always made sure to carry a bicycle pump when n the go, but it was pretty small, and it took a while to get the tire at the right size and air pressure again, Luke cocked his head, he could still see the shop, he then realised how little distance he had actually covered before the puncture, he sighed.
 
Ooc: Sorry, I was trying to keep the discriptions short, and allow players a little freedom...
It disguises any wearer's accent to they blend in with the people around them.
There is one control, you're wearing it or youe not, but you can RPG in some mental controls if you think you like, but it will cut down the challange factor of the RPG.
I imagine you would hear both at the same time... your 'accented' voice reverberating in your head, and your 'unaccented' voice bouncing back to your ears.

I'll story post later
 
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(OOC: I. Got. Time. Stopping. YES! One question, though. When you say that it's a neverending fairytale, do you mean that literally? As in, when you each the last page, new ones will appear as you turn them?)

Daniel Parks sat down on a bench. In his hands was a thick, leather-bound book. He had time to read a little bit now before his evening shift. There was a woman sitting at the opposite end of the bench, but Daniel took no notice of her beyond noting her prescence. What mattered was the book. He rested it on his lap. It had some weight, but not so much that it caused discomfort. He opened the book onto the first page and immersed himself in the story.

He began to return to reality as he reached the conclusion of the first chapter, as the hero began to be thrust into a world that he didn't understand. That was the point at which he had decided he would read to before going to work. As he was reading the last sentence, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the woman who had been sitting on the bench was still there. But she wasn't sitting. She was frozen like a statue in the position of getting up to leave. Absolutely still. She looked almost inhuman. That was when Daniel realised how silent everything was. This was a city, there ought to have been millions of little noises zooming about, but all Daniel could hear was his own breathing. He reached the chapter's final full stop, then slammed the book shut and looked up, half-expecting to see everything as frozen as the woman was. It wasn't. Everything was moving, just as a city should. The silence was gone, all the expected noises were back. Daniel glanced to his left, but the woman was already up and moving away at a brisk pace. Like she had never stopped.

Daniel looked down at the closed book with uncertain suspicion. Then he shook himself. He had been imagining things, that was all. Besides, he didn't have time to dwell on it, he had to get home and change for work. So he got up, and began walking in the direction of his apartment.
 
~ Alice Sterling ~

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, all in all, it was a good day today. Alice had this thought as she made her way into the park, the item she had purchased earlier sitting safely on her lap. She caught sight of someone up ahead, a pale-looking boy, probably around her age. It was his abnormal appearance that caught her attention first, but it was his actions that kept her interest. As she watched, he sat down at a bench, opened a book, and then closed it quickly, a strange look on his face.

The boy then got back up from the bench, and began walking her way. She averted her gaze, not wanting to look like she was staring, and simply continued on her way, passing the curious-looking boy and continuing on her way deeper into the park. It was a few more minutes before she managed to make to her favorite spot, a little clearing in the middle of the park. But she didn't have time to stop today, she had something else on her mind.

Carefully, she unwrapped the glass ocarina that had rested on her lap, removing the protective paper wrapping slowly so as not to tear any of it. The blue glass that made up the classical instrument was smooth and vibrant, with no imperfections. She held the instrument up to the sun, marveling at the way the sun lit up the inside of the instrument, changing it from a royal blue to a bright cerulean. The sunlight reflected around the holes of the ocarina, casting little glints and flashes of light as she turned the instrument. Once again with careful precision, Alice re-wrapped the ocarina in the paper.

She couldn't wait to learn how to play it, but to do that, she'd need to get back home and find some instructions online. With a smile on her face, she turned from the spot and continued through the park, heading home.
 
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(EVERYBODY): Names at top of your post please. It’s not a big deal for this RPG, but it help keep things in order.

(themightydoof): Yes, literally… I say what I mean and mean what say… er type… Also, just to make sure you understand, time returns as soon as he stops reading, it doesn’t wait for him to close the book.

*Dimmy*

Dimmy pulled a brass colored pocket watch out of his pocket, nearly 5 pm. A little early for him to have locked up. Not that he really locked up, considering he’d forgot to turn the OPEN/CLOSED sign. But it was Tuesday. He always locked up early on Tuesday so he could balance the accounts, and have an early dinner for once. He’d tried locking up on Friday for a while, but soon realized Friday evening was a prime time for business when forlorn looking customers would look at the shop and walk away, which must have been why his grandfather had always done it on Tuesday.

Dimmy flipped the OPEN/CLOSED sign as he headed out the door. He turned and locked the doors carefully. He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his suit jacket and put them on before heading off into the late afternoon sun light.

He paused, where to go? He ate out so much he been to most the restaurants in a five mile radius. A girl in a uniform from that burger-arcade place had come by earlier, that might be a good place to go. Wasn’t there a fake-y Chinese place across the street from that? But it wasn’t like real Chinese food, it was all fried and covered in corn syrup. A burger was fine, decided Dimmy turning in the direction he’d need to go.
 
Diego Vendrix, Pen

"No, no more questions. Thank you and have a nice day, sir," Diego said to Dimmy as he was one of the last customers to leave. When he left the pawn shop, he looked at the pen with interest. Just looking at the runes made his hairs stand on end. He put the ink in the backpack he brought with him before he heard a beeping. He looked at his watch before his eyes widened. "Oh man, look at the time," he just said to himself. He gripped the pen tightly as he began sprinting toward the direction of the park.

As Diego made it to the park, he began gasping for air and he stopped to take a break. "I really need to work out more," he said to himself, chuckling while he was struggling to regain his breath. However, he began running once more. The exhaustion and the haste made him not look where he was, and so... BUMP!

He accidentally bumped into a girl carrying something wrapped in paper. Suddenly realizing what happened, he managed to catch the ocarina before it fell onto the ground. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, ma'am," Diego said, his cheeks red with embarrassment as he handed Alice back the instrument. "Are you alright? I hope I didn't hurt you or break anything," he said as he rubbed the back of his head in embrassment and looked at the ground. He looked at her for a bit. He noticed she was in a wheelchair, but that didn't keep her from looking pretty.

((I ran into someone on a wheelchair like this a few times at school, so little bit of trivia there))
 
~Lucy Hartnell~

"Order up!" Lucy yelled, ringing the bell by her station as she plopped one Whisky River Burger and one tray of Cheeseburger Mini Dots on the counter. Luce had gotten into work about an hour ago, around 4 pm and the dinner rush hadn't kicked off yet. She'd merely had time between her shifts to drop her platypus off at her home and pray that Mimi wouldn't eat him.

"Finally, could you take any longer skinny-mini?" A blonde waitress asked snootily as she breezed around the corner. She was wearing the same uniform as Lucy, save for the plastic hair cap and gloves that Luce had to wear to work in the kitchen. Her Pac-man shaped name tag simply read "Annabelle" and quite frankly, Luce had wanted to punch Annabelle in the face for the last week.

"Yeah, she could've and you're lucky she didn't," Harry, the large African-American chef yelled from where he was sauteeing some mushrooms. The pan was flaring at the edges with flames and he glanced over at the waitress with an angry glare.

"Just go give it to Table 16 and get it over with," Luce grumbled angrily. She whirled back around, grabbing another ticket as she went by the spinning rack.

"Don't bother with her," Harry said as he plopped the warm mushrooms onto a Swiss Twist Burger with a smile. He turned to face Luce, who was barely half his size. She'd been told that Harry could eat six of her and still be hungry. Luce shook her head, her dirty-blond ponytail swinging back and forth beneath the plastic cap.

"I try not to, but she's just so... so.... ug!" Luce declared, slamming her spatula down on a stray burger. It sizzled in distress and grease spattered down Luce's front, managing to hit her fingers. Luce uttered a very inappropriate word and gritted her teeth against the burning sensation that worked its way through the thin plastic gloves.

"Calm down Lucy," Harry said unhappily, glancing over his shoulder at the cook. She had tears swimming in her eyes as she clapped her hands together, trying to shake the hot grease off. "Y'all are just gonna hurt yourself like that," Harry paused a moment thoughtfully. He reached for the bell, yelling "Order up!"

"Just drop it, okay?" Luce grumbled, turning back to her now charring and relatively flat burger. She scraped the meat into the garbage bin, wishing she could be home with her cat and new stuffed platypus. Perhaps she could curl up there with a good book and never come out. Tuesday nights were usually her night off, since they were her night to watch TV. An even better thought occurred to her. She could be at home, curled up with her cat and cat-sized platypus watching NCIS. Luce carefully placed a new burger on the grill, patting it carefully this time.

"That's better," Harry said with a smile, "Now I know you're covering Jackie's shift, but she should be able to come in around 6:30 so you can go home then." Luce's face lit up, and Harry smiled back, shaking his big bald head, "Sorry to ruin the surprise, but it looked like you needed something to look forward to,"

"Thanks Harry," Luce flipped the burger over and sizzled cheerfully. The two lapsed into silence and the rest of the kitchen whirled and worked properly. There were only two more orders hanging in the window, and Luce couldn't help but wonder if it was the slowest evening ever.
 
~ Alice Sterling ~

Alice wanted to get home soon, but at the same time, she didn't want to let such a nice day go to waste. So, instead of cutting straight through the park, she figured she'd take a more scenic route. Sure it would take twice as long to get home, and she'd probably be a little tired when she got there, but so long as she made it back before sundown, there shouldn't be a problem. As she was thinking this, she kept finding her attention being drawn back to the paper-wrapped object on her lap. She stopped for a moment to lift it up again, and no sooner had she grabbed the ocarina then it happed.

BUMP!

"Ah!" Alice was shocked by the sudden impact, and to her horror the ocarina went flying right out of her hands. Luckily, the person who had run-into her had quick reflexes, and managed to save the glass instrument from becoming shattered fragments on the sidewalk.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, ma'am," the boy said, his cheeks red with embarrassment as he handed Alice back the instrument. "Are you alright? I hope I didn't hurt you or break anything."

Alice took the Ocarina back carefully, and couldn't help but run her fingers along the paper, just to make sure it was really alright. "Oh, no, its alright. I'm okay."

She looked back up at the boy, and it was then that she realized he was pretty much staring at her. She fought back a blush and reflexively checked what she was wearing. It was just a simple yellow sundress and a straw hat. Maybe he was just surprised to see her wheelchair.

"Um, you're okay too right? You didn't hurt yourself or anything did you?" she asked him.
 
~ Diego Vendrix ~

Diego saw her take the Ocarina back carefully and run her fingers along the paper, just to make sure it was really alright. "Oh, no, its alright. I'm okay." she responded. He was relieved he didn't hurt her. Last thing he wanted was to hurt someone because of his clumsiness.

He noticed she was blushing and she knew he was staring at her. He blushed deeper. She looks nice in that he thought to himself as he noticed the simple yellow sundress and a straw hat. He noticed the wheelchair, but it didn't bother him much. He just wish there was something he could do...

"Um, you're okay too right? You didn't hurt yourself or anything did you?" she asked him. He smiled when she asked him this. Very few asked him if he was alright when something like this happened, instead they go off in a huff. "Yeah. Listen, I'm sorry for what happened," he began before remembered the nearby restaurant. He didn't have dinner yet and he imagined that she didn't either. He subtly put his hand in his pocket to check his current finance. Good, I have enough, he thought to himself.

"How about I invite you to dinner and then I can help you home?" he offered with a smile. He decided he really had nothing else to do and spending an evening with someone wouldn't bother him. However, he did notice that sundown was approaching.
 
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Luke McDevitt, Ireland Baseball cap

After a pretty long wait, Luke dropped down from the wall and strolled over to the bicycle, he examined the tire, and everything seemed to be okay. Luke removed the miniature pump from his backpack and secured it onto the tire, he then began pumping the tire back into shape. AS he pumped it he began to get progressively bored, the pump was so small, and event though it worked, it took a very long time. Which could often come across as inconvenient, but Luke obviously couldn’t fit a full sized pump into the backpack, it would poke out the top and weigh him down considerably, so the miniature one had to do. Luke could still see the shop, he noticed the shopkeeper leave and head off somewhere, presumably his house.

After finally getting the tire back into shape Luke felt it, it seemed just about right, maybe a bit over pumped, but it would have to do, Luke hopped back onto the bicycle and prepared to head off for his house again, within he time of the pumping Luke had gained a great appetite, just the thought of food made his mouth water.

Luke began to have second thoughts about the food, it was a long journey home, so he thought that he might as well just grab a bite to eat from outside, Luke spotted a hotdog stand, it would be unhealthy and fatty, but Luke was ravenous for food, he cycled over to the stand and paid the man, getting a hot dog in return, Luke sat down on a bench in a nearby park and began munching on the food.
 
*Dimmy*

Dimmy strolled into the burger joint. He removed his sunglasses and slipped them into his jacket. The place was oddly empty for this time of day, he liked that though, he didn’t care much for crowds.

He was soon greeted by a blonde waitress whom he couldn’t recall having met. She said all the right words, “Welcome to Pac-Pows! How many are in your party?” but there was something hidden in her tone of voice that Dimmy didn’t like. He smiled and replied like a gentleman that he was alone, and a stool at the counter would be fine.

That seemed to irritate her, he could see it in her eyes, was a lone customer to much of a bother to wait on? Never at his shop, but then pawn shops were different. She led him to a counter seat, not that he needed help finding it, where he could see the kitchen. Then she slammed down the menu in front of him, “Can I get you a drink or appetizer to start with?”

“Sprite please,” replied Dimmy, not sure he wanted to say just water with the mood she looked like she was in. He glance at her as she headed off to get the drink. There was defiantly something wrong here.

Glancing over the menu he tried to decide what sort of burger sounded best. Thinking, he glanced out the nearest window. He was hoping it would get dark before he was ready to leave, as he didn’t much care for sunny days like this. They were too hot and too bright.
 
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(OOC: Daniel's usual method of ceasing to read is closing the book. The gap between the stopping and the closing was too short for him to notice anything. I know that it's when you stop reading, but I thought it might be more interesting if Daniel misunderstands the book's power when he first discovers it.)

Daniel Parks

In the apartment that Daniel Parks resides in there is one thing in particular that dominates the view. Books. Hundreds of them, but perhaps not thousands. Not yet. Each and every one of those books is special to someone, but only one of them would be thought of as special by mostly everyone, if they knew what it did. That book was sitting on an old armchair, it's leather coverings already beginning to collect dust. It sat in silence. If books could be thought of anthropomorphically, then one would probably say that this one was waiting. Waiting to be read.

Daniel left his apartment in his work clothes, the kind of bog-standard uniform that you'd expect to see being worn by someone behind a till. He walked down the streets, noticing that it wasn't starting to get cold. Summer could creep up on you sometimes. The supermarket where he worked, Poland, was only a couple of blocks away, and he still had plenty of time to get there. So he took his time. He didn't greatly enjoy walking through the dull streets without even a cool breeze, but he would enjoy himself even less once he got to work, so he took his time.
 
~ Alice Sterling ~

The boy smiled at her question. "Yeah. Listen, I'm sorry for what happened." he said before pausing.

"How about I invite you to dinner and then I can help you home?" he offered with a smile.

Dinner? To be honest, the question took her by surprise. She hadn't really been expecting anything more than some sort of "see you later" or something. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but who knew? He might just be a nice guy, but he could also have some sort of hidden intention.

"I'm sorry." she finally manged. "But I need to get home before sunset."

She felt a little bad about rejecting his offer though, but there was another way.

"But I'm usually around this part of the park on sunny days. If the weather's nice tomorrow, you could stop by." She added with a smile.

"My name is Alice, it was nice to meet you." She said. "I hope we get a chance to talk more later, but I'm afraid that I need to hurry home, I'm already late as it is."

"Take care of yourself on your way home." she said with a wave as she headed on her way.
 
~ Diego Vendrix ~

Diego stood there, looking at her surprised face. He was hoping she would say yes. He didn't know why though. "I'm sorry." she finally manged. "But I need to get home before sunset." Diego looked a little disappointed, however she did look bad that she refused his offer.

"But I'm usually around this part of the park on sunny days. If the weather's nice tomorrow, you could stop by." She added with a smile. "My name is Alice, it was nice to meet you." She said. "I hope we get a chance to talk more later, but I'm afraid that I need to hurry home, I'm already late as it is. Take care of yourself on your way home." she said with a wave as she headed on her way.

Diego smiled back at her as he waved good bye as well. However, his stomach rumbled for a bit, he wasn't sure if she heard that or not. Oh well, maybe tomorrow he thought as he walked to the burger joint.

As he entered, his eyes widen to see the guy from the shop. "Hey there, looks like we will be dining together, huh? Ma'am, for me and my friend here," Diego said pointing to Dimmy, "two burgers and for my beverage, a Sprite," he said with a smile as he took a seat next to him.
 
*Dimmy*

Not long after receiving his drink Dimmy is surprised to see the waitress leading one of the day’s customers up to a nearby seat. He seems enthusiastic about the idea of eating with him. Dimmy, however could hardly phantom why, seeing as he’s a bit of a loner.

Dimmy looked up at the other patron with a slight smile, “Well, hello again… I think she’s well aware of that, this is a burger restaurant.”

He turns his attention to the sour waitress, “I’d like a mushroom burger, please.” She doesn’t seem to care, but manages to mark it down before walking off. Dimmy’s still not sure what to think of her.

Watching her leave he fiddles with his napkin. Setting it back down he turns his attention once again to Diego. He lowers his voice, “Does it seem to you that she’s… er… unhappy?”

It wasn’t his first choice of words, but a gentleman has to be polite where ladies are concerned.
 
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<Diego Vendrix>

Diego goes to sit down next to Dimmy. He then leans in to hear what Dimmy had to say. Watching her leave he fiddles with his napkin. Setting it back down he turns his attention once again to Diego. He lowers his voice, “Does it seem to you that she’s… er… unhappy?”

"Maybe because this place looks emptier than a newly-opened graveyard," Diego said quietly as he tried to make humor with his odd joke. "You think we should also buy her something or something else to cheer her up?" Diego offered. they then received their burgers.
 
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