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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 17, 2011 6:13:26 GMT -5
 ----------------------- THAT'S M O N E Y _______so sexy i It had been a couple of weeks since the disastrous argument with his father in the living room, Joshua's busted lip having healed and the bruise on his fathers face from where he'd punched him starting to fade. The two hadn't spoke since his parents had tried to make him see a therapist, though his mother had came in and told him she was sorry and that he was right, it was ridiculous to think that he couldn't cope on his own just because he'd let his anger get out of hand. His mother was heartbreakingly nice to him, and Joshua often found himself wishing that Donovan would behave the same way. His father and his opinions meant the world to him, so being constantly put down and slandered by the man you looked up to in your life had quite an effect. That was why it came as such a surprise when his father walked into the room, not even bothering to call attention to himself even though the door had been closed and Joshua could have been doing anything. As it was, he was lying on his bed and glaring at the ceiling, bored out of his mind. Gray eyes flicked toward the door to cast a glare on the intruder. "Can't you learn to knock?" he asked with a surprisingly bitter tone, the residual anger stripping him of his usual politeness. His father's response was immediate and smooth, "Not until you learn respect." They glared at one another for a moment, neither one daring to break the stony silence.
Then, "You can leave the house under a few conditions," his father said stiffly, and this got Josh's attention. "You come home when you're asked to, you call if you'll be late, and you don't ever--ever--walk out like that again. Do I make that clear?" Joshua could have thought of a million sarcastic remarks. In fact, he did think of them, he just didn't say them aloud for he knew that it would only extend his sentence of confinement. "Crystal," he said, and though he tried to sound civil there was still a drawl of sarcasm edging his voice. Don looked for a long moment like he was going to snipe him, but in the end he just worked his jaw and said, "Good." Without another word, he left the room and closed the door behind him. Joshua was struck with the strong desire to punch or throw something, but thankfully for the state of the house there was nothing within reach except for the bed. Punching soft things only increased his ire and he certainly wasn't strong enough to lift and chuck an entire antique four-poster.
But there was a definite silver lining to this storm-cloud--he was no longer confined to the house. He could go outside and read by the lake, he could go visit his friends, he could shop. He'd been tapping his fingers against his thigh, having sat up on the edge of the bed, but the motion paused as the last thought popped into his head. Hmm... shopping. He wasn't normally the type to enjoy flaunting his money with a day on the town and a splurge in designer stores, but he was angry at his father at the moment. His bank account was full of money from Donovan's own, a sort of monthly 'allowance' of sorts that would make your average teenager's head spin. Don had always been lax about giving Josh money because he knew his son wasn't going to spend it on all of his friends and wipe it out almost immediately. (Not that it would. He didn't have many friends, and he had plenty of cash). But right now... ah, wouldn't it be nice to spend all of that money? It would feel like a sort of a weak revenge. He was too much of a coward to avenge his lack of freedom to Donovan's face, so he'd just do it in a subtle way instead. Well, I've certainly got plenty to spend.
Yawning, Joshua pushed himself out of bed and wandered over to his closet. It was full of clothes in designer names and labels, of course, given the wealth of his family. It was also very large. He remembered a sharp comment from Patrick once, "You sure your boy wasn't born a lady, Don? His closet is ridiculous." All of their closets were, he didn't get why Patrick had to pick on him. He had all of this clothing because he didn't want to only have seven outfits, one for each day of the week. It wasn't like he sat around with girl pals giggling over handbags. His closet was very masculine and normal for a guy save for the fact that every piece cost a fortune and there were quite a lot of clothes. Pushing his grandfather out of his mind, he slipped on a shirt, a light sweater and a pair of jeans. His belt and sunglasses were the only accessories--he loved sunglasses, especially the large and flamboyant ones. He was a Fire elemental and thus didn't need the sweater, but he'd be going out in public and didn't want strange looks. The snow was pretty much gone, but the sun wasn't hot enough for a shirt and shorts quite yet. Checking to make sure he had his credit card in his wallet, Joshua started to head downstairs for the door.
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Post by laceface on Jul 17, 2011 13:21:27 GMT -5
 three months and counting until the start to the rest of her life. it was the thought that loomed in her mind but didn't bring her any sort of discomforting or grim vibes. she had her held high and was walking into her falling destiny with as much pride and dignity as she could still maintain after having her family name torn from her. there was something bittersweet about realizing that the world surrounding you was falling to shambles and for once there was no need to rush and try to restore it. she was taking her fall from grace humbly and accepting that her wings were going to be ripped from her back. philomena would be thrust out into a world that she had never had to deal with before, a world that she had grown sheltered from because of the origin of her name and the wealth that rested behind it. entering reality wasn't a thought that imposed her at all, for seventeen years she had been self sufficient and relied solely on herself because it was her personality to do so. the circumstances would be more drastic and rough but phillie had faith entrusted in herself. this was a faithless situation though she felt when everything fall out around her she could still rely on herself. having all of this pressed onto her would only be a hardship that she would endure through and savor the experience of learning how to thrive in the world of disappointment and letdowns. philomena would take all that she could from this, it wasn't something that should be viewed as a loss on her part. it was her decision and she wholly accepted it.
roaming around in the bird mansion didn't feel right anymore, it was like philomena was more of a stranger. talking to her parents now felt more of a hassle then anything, colton wouldn't give up on the topic of the marriage. athena skirted around it expertly, having quickly picked up on how the subject made philomena uneasy. yet her mother had done nothing to hinder the progression of the marriage in anyway. the dayton's had dropped by unexpectedly only a few hours before and had stayed lounging in the family room longer then birdie would have preferred. it was easy for them to sidle into a conversation that would captivate the bird's and then result in having athena beckon for them to stay longer and relax and lounge. it had pained philomena to glance over at kieran with a brilliant smile and work some conversation towards him that she had no desire to carry out. the ring that she had thrown at the bottom of her bag had to be fished out and then stuck back onto her finger. it was all a show that philomena had grown tired of acting in, she wanted to retire her career as an actress. finally she ushered them through the parlor and waved frantically at them when they climbed back into their car. kieran had tried to place a kiss on her lips and she had been able to angle her face swiftly enough that a sloppy kiss found its way to her lips instead. she was even more repulsed, the thought of kieran's lips led her to think of jacob and then a knot formed in her stomach. phil reached for her phone and began to type his name in the blank text message then cringed and then tossed her phone onto the couch. she raced to her room before she felt the need to turn around and fish her phone off of the couch.
her bulletin board full of various memories was the thing that called her attention when she scrambled back into her room. jacob didn't need to be constantly whirring through her mind, submerging herself in past memories would be an escape from jacob. a fond smile settled onto her face when she ran a hand over one of the pictures that was tacked on the center of her board. it had been a group shot from joshua dale's eighth birthday, his grandma had passed out the photos to the parents after she had quickly snapped it. athena had been rummaging around phil's room one day and had presented her with the picture after her searching had been completed. seeing josh in the center of the picture with herself placed next to him made her break out into a brilliant smile. they had been in contact lately, philomena had pried her doors open and let josh peek inside at the mess churning around inside her. she quickly found that he had grown to be one of her confidants and closest friends, their childhood acquaintance had bloomed into a friendship that phil now came to cherish. suddenly she felt an ache, lately had been more secluded and had withdrawn herself from the people around her. now she wanted company, a craving that was unusual to her. josh, that was the friend that she would go to. phil mused that having her show up at his house would be something that wouldn't faze him, the thought made smile transform into a grin. she was sweeping out of the door immediately and her father called out but she didn't feel the need to answer. the walk was brief, their houses only being placed a short distance apart. birdie came to the gate and explained that she was seeking out josh and after a few questions she was allowed entrance. philomena gaped freely at the beauty of the house before shutting her mouth and making her way to the door. she knocked lightly and waited from someone to answer.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 17, 2011 14:45:39 GMT -5
----------------------- THAT'S M O N E Y _______so sexy i Joshua was just doing a last minute sweep of his room and tidying up when their butler found himself at the door. Unlike Donovan, he knocked politely despite the fact the door was wide open and waited until Joshua acknowledged him with a soft, "Yes?" There was so much formal about the man, what with his suit and the way he stood all poised and perfect, it was ever more of a reminder of the wealth and power which he called his parents. To Joshua, however, there was nothing odd about this. He'd grown up with the man around the house. "Young Master Joshua, there is a guest at the door to see you." The words--every bit as formal as his appearance--made the teenager's brow furrow in confusion; who would be coming to see him? The only person he could think was close enough to just drop by unexpectedly was Nell, and he'd never given out his address for fear she might feel overwhelmed by the extravagance of his lifestyle. "Thank you," was all he said. "I'll be down in a few moments." The man nodded. "Shall I tell them to wait?" Joshua was appreciative of the fact that he didn't have to rush to make sure everything was in order, so he replied, "That'd be great." The butler departed, and he would first invite Philomena into the grand foyer of the mansion before telling her that Joshua was aware of her presence in the home and would be down shortly.
It might seem ridiculous to anyone that didn't come from a lot of money, really. Most teenagers would charge down the stairs half-naked to answer the door to their friends, grinning and telling them they'd be 'out in a sec'. Joshua had housing staff to do all of that for him, and so by the time he descending the curving staircase down into the foyer the boy was fully dressed with his hair combed and his expression smoothed. He was in quite the good mood now that he was ready for being devious, and he didn't actually plan to just sit around the house because Philomena had dropped by. However, Joshua was also not the type to be rude and snub his friends due to having other plans. "Birdie," he said with friendly affection, sparing her a warm smile and jerking his hand in a bit of a wave once he'd reached the bottom of the stairs. "I do apologise for taking a bit longer than I normally would have, you caught me at an inconvenient time. Cleaning my room, and all." He could just let the maid or the butler clean it for him if he wanted, but though they meant well and tried to do their jobs Joshua always found himself unable to locate something after it had been moved by someone other than the boy himself. The eldest Dale child had his room impeccably organized, and throwing off such organization frustrated him.
"Unfortunately I was just ready to go out," he confessed, pulling his wallet from his pocket and holding it up slightly as if to explain. "Though I wouldn't mind the company, if you're free." He had grown quite adapted to Phil's company after they'd gotten past that awkward post-childhood phase. The years apart had changed them both, but it seemed to have affected their relationship with one another in an alarmingly positive way. He found himself trusting her--perhaps not as much as he trusted Nell, but certainly enough that he did not grow too awkward in her presence. Perhaps it was the fact that Phil was more than aware of his family's wealth and the way he had grown up. He didn't have many friends, and until recently hadn't really been able to relate to anyone when it came to his social status. He tried to hide it at school--yet design-savvy bastards could pick out a name brand from anywhere--because alongside his loner label, it got him pegged as a snobby rich kid. He was certainly spoiled to a degree in the sense that he didn't have to work hard for his funds, but he didn't flaunt his wealth over everyone else. It irritated him that he got unwillingly slapped with such titles. "Unless you had other plans for the evening...?"
It was at that moment that a bubbly young blonde girl practically thundered down the stairs, curls bouncing with her step and her child-like features flushed with excited colour. "Where are you going, Joshy?" she questioned her brother, then noticed Philomena and grinned broadly. "Hi! Are you one of Josh's friends?" It had been years since they'd spoken, not since Joshua was thirteen or so. Annabel had only been the young age of around five, however, and so she didn't know to think of the girl who'd once been a 'family contact'. "Don't be silly, Annabel, you know Philomena," he reminded her gently, ruffling her hair with a loose hand. "Ugh, Josh!" she said in frustration, "you'll mess it up! Mom spent ages on it!" Joshua just grinned devilishly. "Vic told me you were going out!" she said insistently. "Where are you going? Can I come? Pretty please?" Now, unlike most big brothers, Joshua didn't immediately groan and tell Annabel to go play with Barbie's and leave him to his grown-up stuff. Josh didn't mind his kid sister tagging along when he went out, because she looked up to him and tried to act mature in his presence. However, he knew that most friends didn't like their buddies dragging along kid sisters, so with a quick glance at Phil he replied, "Not this time, sis. I'm going out with friends." Her response to this was to huff and cross her arms a little, rolling her eyes. "Friend, Josh. It's not plural when there's only one." She was clearly mocking his usual literature nerd business, and he cocked a brow as if to say, 'Really?' This didn't phase her, however, for she marched shamelessly over to Philomena and stood beside the older girl. "Philly doesn't mind. Do you, Phil?" She added the last part with a bit of a sheepish smile, realising it was more polite to actually ask. Josh just shot his friend an apologetic grimace, one that seemed to say, 'You can refuse if you want, I won't mind.'
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Post by laceface on Jul 18, 2011 0:45:53 GMT -5
years had passed by since philomena could recall the last time that she had entered the dale mansion. this was the first occurrence of philomena ever making appearance at the mansion and the first time that she made her way into the house without her parents and siblings huddling around her. the birds had never came over to the dales on a whim, they weren't the sort of friends who randomly dropped by each others mansions with unexpected visits. the daytons and the birds possessed that sort of relationship, though the daytons were typically the ones who dropped by with some sort of dish in their grasp or something random and pointless to gift them with. the dales and the birds were the friends who would easily meld together when they spotted each other but they didn't go to extreme measures to bask in each others company. athena and patricia always had their heads huddled together, they would get swept up into muttering about their husbands and laughing. donovan and colton would stand proudly and stiffly while conversing about their wealth and comparing their latest purchases. they made comfortable companionship when needed, josh and phil had even managed scarce conversation when they had been younger. now it was some years later and their friendship had was newly fortified and restrengthened. a bond of trust had been formed between them after the awkward meeting they had under the elm tree of the academy grounds. joshua dale was now one of philomena's closest friends.
waiting for josh in the grand foyer of his house was something that didn't strike her as odd at all. the same procedure was something that would take place at her own house, having his butler lead her into the foyer was mundane to her. things were much easier when there was a housing staff constantly on duty to race around the house and care for all of the chores that any other mother would have to fret over. she smiled at the butler and thanked him for being kind enough to direct her into the foyer. philomena took slow steps, her heels making soft clicks on the floor as she walked as if she were examining displays at a museum. the pristine decor of the grand foyer was something that caught her eye, the way certain things glimmered in the dim light of the sun that shone through the window and how fragile everything around her appeared. her expensive taste was mentally speaking when she decided that she approved of all of the obviously expensive furnishing that were laid out around her. she had only placed herself to perch on the edge of the loveseat when heavier footsteps told her that someone was approaching the grand foyer and automatically assumed that it was josh. he entered the room and philomena felt livened when she made out the smile on his face and heard the affectionate that he used to speak her childhood nickname. "hello josh," philomena responded, her own voice filled with a fondness reserved for only joshua. she raised her own and gave him a slight wave before she rose to stand and look over towards him. when he told her that she had caught him at the wrong time she turned the corners of her mouth down into a slight frown. "i didn't mean to be a bother, it was rather rude of me to decide to come to your house unannounced," birdie threw out an explanation that she hoped was suitable enough for joshua.
it wasn't in her personality to take a rash decision and act impulsively because of a sudden thought that formed into her mind. coming over to joshua's house had been a choice that she had made all because she had been reminded of past memories at the sight of a photograph pinned to her bulletin board. philomena relied on logic more than anything else and would at least lend a rational thought to look over how much sense her decisions made. she was frowning now at her poor choices, even a tiny decision to walk over to joshua's house without making her choice known went against her decisive and sure nature. her urge to be in someone's company had overrode her sense and now she was standing in josh's grand foyer feeling slightly foolish. "i should have thought to call or something before i decided that i was going to come over," birdie offered as an apology, clasping her hands together and looking at him with a contrite stare. her remorse vanished when he added on that he wouldn't mind if she tagged along with him in his shopping trip. the last time that she had gone on a shopping trip of any sorts had been the one occasion in february when she had met up with nell at tim horton's. the memory coaxed a smile of remembrance on her face before she looked back over towards josh, "the dayton's came by for a visit earlier, that had been the only thing on my agenda. so i would love to accompany you, as long as i'm not being invasive," phillie said to him. her evening had perked up now, the thought of roaming around the more expensive shopping strip in the town with joshua as her company was a warm thought. they would be in each others company and phillie would be able to search for another pair of shoes to soothe her addiction. birdie opened her mouth to comment on the newest store that had been installed on the strip when annabel came bouncing into the foyer with her face full of live. her smile grew as she listened to the banter between the two siblings, she could see the adoration that was formed between them. annabel was practically pleading to come along and joshua was telling her that it was acceptable if she denied annabel's presence. "i don't mind if annabel wants to come. she seems like a mature girl and i'm sure i'll enjoy her company."
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 18, 2011 5:59:48 GMT -5
[ASDFGHJK I AM SO SORRY MY MUSE JUST I DON'T EVEN--don't match it. Please. Josh is crazy o.o] ----------------------- THAT'S M O N E Y _______so sexy i An easy smile graced his lips as he waved his hand, dismissing her apologies almost immediately. It was almost like clockwork to manage the smile--he'd spent several years of his childhood life acting just like the mature young gentleman his parents had taught him to be around the family friends, so perhaps it had just carried over into his adult life. Smiling when he was with someone like Nell or Jake was more difficult because it was a new experience, he'd never been coached in how to treat a casual friend before, just those of rich status, so it was unpaved ground. "Think nothing of it, Phil, it's not like I'm rushing off to save the world or anything." Light humour danced in colourless eyes as he joked with her, the words as easy as the gesture had been. He enjoyed how easy and unhindered their friendship was, it reminded him of his childhood when everything had been at least somewhat normal. "Besides, I would rather appreciate the company. It does get boring being on your own after a while." She didn't know that he'd been confined to the mansion for weeks, and he didn't plan to tell her. He was simply referring to any old day when you'd spent the entire morning alone, and Joshua came to the conclusion that this was something quite normal to experience, even though he usually didn't get lonely and he was just saying so for the benefit of conversation. He had taught himself, over the years, to shirk loneliness.
No, no. Not shirk. He still felt a little abandoned sometimes. What he did was more akin to ignorance, refusing to acknowledge the presence of such a negative feeling. Joshua was proud and somewhat arrogant--admitting that he felt alone and craved friendship like any normal human being felt like defeat. He couldn't stand loss, defeat, failure, insignificant. The house was grand and their wealth grander still, Donovan was not a man easily impressed and his son had grown up in the constant shadow of everything that was their over-the-top lifestyle. He had quickly learned that to prove yourself to Dale-family standards you had to throw your entire being into a project and constantly flaunt your accomplishments so that the hard-nosed man would spare so much as a glance in your direction. This was where the pride came from. He had found sometimes he excelled at--studying, of all things--and so he had put everything he had into it. Every single time he won an award, or aced a test, or otherwise gained some sort of recognition for his intelligence, Joshua would find some way to let his father know. Sometimes it was subtle, sometimes he was up-front about it. And sometimes it worked, which was why he usually flaunted the good things about his life. This worked two ways, however. Donovan also focused on the bad things and picked them apart, sneered and jeered about them until his son felt like locking himself somewhere and never leaving again. He made Joshua feel ashamed of all his wrong-doings, however petty and stupid they might have been. So that was why he hid his feelings of loneliness and distress. He was ashamed due to the treatment of his own parents.
But Phil... Phil didn't need to know that.
He really didn't mind that Philomena had dropped by, however unannounced it may have been. So when she continued to try and explain with should and could have done's, he shook his head and allowed a light laugh. It echoed pleasantly through the grand foyer as his expression seemed to grow lighter. Nothing could be done for the scar across his cheek, however, and the moment the smile and the laughter was gone, it was once again as noticeable as ever. It gave him an aura of intimidation, of toughness. It made people wonder what he had done to have such a horrid wound inflicted. It frightened people. He really did hope that if Phil noticed--well, of course she'd notice, but if she paid it much mind--she wouldn't be focusing too intently on its origins. She wasn't aware of the gang violence in his past, he'd hid all of that well even though it had indeed been going on in the last years of their awkward acquaintanceship. "Relax, Philomena, I truly don't mind." He didn't notice that his tone slipped into such formality and upper-class speech when he was talking with her--it was just something that happened when he was around someone of status, sort of like one's accent would eventually adapt if you relocated to a new country. It was something that had yet again been drilled into him since his extravagant childhood.
Joshua made a face when she mentioned the Dayton's, something akin to disgust and the immediate understanding which also flickered through his gaze. She didn't need to say the name twice for him to remember that it was Kieran's surname, that they were his family, the same family that had made a deal with her father involving the signing over of his own daughter to a new life which she wanted no part in. Joshua had made no secret of his dislike toward the fellow Fire elemental. He didn't fit in well with the other Fire students--at least, not as well as most--but his hatred of Kieran reached new levels. Ah," he said. "Then I mind even less of your impromptu visit," he insisted, his expression still fouled as the boy jumped to the forefront of his mind. He was hard-pressed not to find the guy and deck him every time he heard some mention of the arranged marriage or the way he treated Phil. "Nothing invasive about a woman accompanying me whilst I raid the stores of the strip, nothing at all," he pointed out, laughing a little. He didn't mean it in any sort of a sexual way--Phil had breathtaking beauty, but not only had he grown up with her through those awkward childhood years, she was in love with someone. And he was not, not that he knew of, but if he were to feel something for another human being he did hope it would be in his heart and not some other, less flattering place. "Besides, I had thought to only look for a new pair of shades and perhaps another jacket, but with your company we can turn this into something more entertaining."
Annabel positively beamed at him and stuck out her tongue when Philomena took her side, insisting that she didn't mind if his little sister tagged along. "Belle, I would advise you not to do such things when someone has just complimented your maturity," he pointed out, but a laugh bubbled past his lips a moment later--he couldn't help it, the expression on her face was priceless. "Thank you, Philomena!" the girl chirped, then arched an eyebrow at her brother in almost perfect imitation of the challenging look he sometimes gave others. "Well, Joshua?" He just smiled and dipped his head. "Best run off and tell Mum we're going, Annabel. I'm perfectly free to go skipping off into the sunset without warning--" Actually, he wasn't, but he was sure the butler would inform his father that the eldest child had left the mansion, "--but we don't want her to worry over you." Bending down, he gave the small girl a swift peck on the cheek, a show of his affection before he said, "Best hurry, I believe she was in the garden last I heard." They were not a family of Earth elementals, so Patricia could not keep a garden all year round. Thus whenever spring rolled around she didn't hesitate to start her work. Sometimes she had help from a gardener, but Trish prided herself on the garden and tried to do a majority of it herself. Annabel flounced off to go find their mother and inform her of the trip, and Joshua smiled at his friend. "Thank you for allowing her along," he said genuinely. "I imagine she'd have been quite upset if you hadn't. And she is mature for her age, I'd like to think. She won't start bawling if she doesn't get her way, at least."
Annabel returned with Patricia a moment later. The older woman looked cheerful enough, the spitting image of her daughter who led the way into the room at a practical skip. "Hi, Mum. How's the garden coming along?" She smiled at him in return. "Hi, honey. And hello, Philomena! It's been quite some time!" She spared the teenager a smile, then flicked her brilliant blue eyes back to her son. "It's going well, but unfortunately your father has plans for the evening, so I'll have to stop soon. Some associate of his has invited us for dinner." She shrugged, seeming unenthusiastic about it. Josh guessed that she'd much rather be at home with her garden, but didn't have the heart to deny her husband the possible work opportunity. "But that's enough about me. Annabel says you're going out? When'll you be back, dear? I don't mind, but your father--" He nodded once to show he understood. His father, indeed. Donovan would have a fit if Josh flounced off without telling anyone. "Definitely some time before midnight, I'd hope. I'll take care of Annabel, don't worry." His mother just smiled. "I don't doubt you, Joshua. Have fun." She gave him a quick, one-armed hug before heading upstairs--probably to shower and make sure that there was no dirt on her clothes. "Looks like we're ready to go, then. I can drive."
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There was a reason April was his favourite month, and his birthday only marked part of it. The other part had to do with the snow--or at least, lack of it. The sun was out and the leaves were budding, some of the earlier plants already having opened up into full bloom. He loved the smell of the rain despite the fact that he hated water, and the scent of the air suggested that it had been raining some hours ago. The occasional lonely puddle dotted the street, but for the most part it was sunshine and clear skies as he pulled into a large parking lot located near the strip. For once he didn't feel like his flashy sports car was too out of place, for it was only the rich that had the cash to shop in this place. Getting out of the car, he leaned against it and slipped on his shades before shooting a grin toward the other two. "So where do you want to head first? We've got all day, literally, so I don't mind."
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