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“I’m assuming these are appropriate for admission?” Dylan sauntered up to the entrance of the Harris Farm, pulling his hands from behind his back revealing a bottle of Jack Daniels in one, and vodka in the other.

“What do you think the chances are it’s a kid doing the vandalizing?” 

“Yes, I know it’s bad for me. Yes, I’m sorry if it bothers you. It’s an unfortunate stress related vice I’ve not been able to kick since college.”

“As if there isn’t going to be a petting zoo at this years spring festival.”

Very uneasy and unsure about her place in this small town now that she’d just taken off and never looked back, never gave any sort of reach out to the people who helped her family get to where they were, she’d spent the first little bit just hiding out in her room, but she needed to escape.  She needed some coffee so, she headed out to Luke’s.  They didn’t have an latte’s but it’d have to do.  Stepping inside she ordered a cup of the black liquid and found an empty seat to get it mixed the way she liked, looking around at those in the small cafe.  Someone approaching her though, “Oh sorry, is this your spot?” She questioned, already gathering her things to relocate to a truly empty seat.

“Sooo, let me get this straight. Taylor is unhappy with people coming forward just for the free ice cream. So he’s going to give EVERYBODY free ice-cream to paint over a few teeny weenies? Probably awarding the culprit with free ice cream in the process.”

“I think there’s only ‘bout four vouchers for the alcohol left. We hadda make a rule, only one per person.”