That is a mystery you'll have to discover for yourself. (still hanging onto her hand, his eyes drift away to focus on something beyond her shoulder. ultimately it's up to her to ~believe~ and only then will the coupons come to her. maybe this evening, maybe next week, maybe next month, or even next year–
eventually she'll get expired coupons. then she'll see, oh yes, she'll see.)
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eventually she'll get expired coupons. then she'll see, oh yes, she'll see.)
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And a question that'll cost another twenty cunes.