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you guys are so fucking swagless it’s embarrassing 

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As they’d walked in, Bob trailing a few feet behind Mark who’d already selected a cart at the door, he just kept thinking how much he’d grown. Couldn’t think of anything else really since he’d first seen him. Mark was Marv’s godson by their friendship to his father for some years. Since he’d moved to California with his mother, they hadn’t seen him since really his adolescence, and now here he was,  and well Bob really still was quite bewildered by him. As his own steps slowed his reflective focus on him ventured over to the pumpkin he was holding, before he looked back at the pile next to the door to be sure.

“ Thats th’ biggest pumpkin they have, it looks like, Mark….  his vexed blues turned to meet upward where his face had been prior before realizing he wasn’t listening, it didn’t look like he had his headphones in his ears any more, but maybe he did where Bob just couldn’t see – some kind of wireless ones, maybe.

Still stood there next to the cart, Bob simply looked at the whole of it, taking up half their cart before looking back again at the pile of smaller, more suitable pumpkins back where this one had come from as well. He did’n’t have the heart to mention it again following his mention of not having one back on the west coast. Bob couldn’t imagine that. Still wearing the same creases above his brow line, he realized then they’d need another cart. And so that’s where he went.

After selecting a new one for himself, he backed it from it’s organized row, and started with it in the direction where he’d come from – where Mark, was now no longer standing . Scanning gradually from the left of the store to then the right, he dropped his head then to see past the second aisle. Luckily the boy was well over the height of everyone else in the store, so he did have that marvel in his favor here.  Bob was fairly familiar with Save Way’s layout here, but Mark wasn’t, which may have been the only concern he really had. Of course, even though he were a giant these days and had outgrown everything, he was still that young kid he’d looked after himself many afternoons, first with legos, then with homework followed by the stray video game or two, and then basketball and soccer. He could now be 6′4 as he was, but he’d like to keep his eyes on him still just as well as when he was under 3 foot.  – As he rolled forward –he then could see the long silhouette of him standing other side of the end cap off the edge of the produce. Pausing for a moment to allow a lady who had been attempting to pass while someone else just ahead made their selection in the middle of the clearing, Bob’s thick mouth pressed inward with a half smile and a slight tip of his head to allow her the way she’d been patiently waiting for once the other woman had moved. When she’d gotten to where she needed to go, Bob continued towards Mark who looked like even in the short amount of time they’d been separated had covered a fair amount of ground with the contents in his cart. None of which yet were things on their list, but seeing as though he was going to be staying with them for a little bit a little extra shopping couldn’t hurt. Bob stopped his cart next to his. Making sure he wasn’t in anyone’s way as he did, before Mark turned round. Looking up at him, Dottie had given Bob a list that he’d tucked into his front coat pocket. Bob had read it three times, so he was fairly familiar with what was there. Not to mention she liked to make the same thing every year. Reaching into his front pocket, he revealed the perfectly folded square to give to him. “Here’s the list. “ After giving it to him, he started his roll towards the potatoes. “Is your favorite still th stuffing? Or is’it th’ macaroni an’ cheese?”

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An adolescent boy with hair like twine he self-consciously tucks beneath a black cotton beanie, Mark takes the grocery list neatly squared from Bob before the older man rolled towards slanted stacks of crates containing grown-in-the-dirt produce. Beginning to unfold the list before wheeling his shopping cart after Bob in no hurry (because their shopping had just begun), Mark considers Bob’s question of sides before having a look at what he was meant to buy for his Godfather and aunt, “uhh..”

The crinkling of paper answers Bob first as Mark finishes flattening out the shopping list, “both.” He decides, resolute; knowing Dottie wouldn’t proposition him with an ultimatum between the two come Turkey Day-----Bob should know that. Mark wears a self-satisfied grin as he wheels his cart beside Bob’s again, watching what he’s getting so he can cross it off of Dottie’s list.

There was lots on the list. Mark remembers his aunt Dottie getting up extra early to prepare it all for the four of them; a labor of love that always made his flights across abundant states well worth it.

“Um.. do you think,” he begins, starting to feel a bit guilty about it; his makeshift holiday family treating him every time plans with his actual family had fallen through. The guilt feels heavier than the near-rusty wheels of his Saveway shopping cart. A fold of his winter chapped lips into his mouth preludes to Bob, “do you think... I should get something...” Mark thinks aloud, “flowers, a cake? Something... for Marv and Dot?”

Mark parks his cart beside Bob’s and brings a hand up to rub at the back of his neck that ached a little from sleeping on Marv and Dottie’s couch his first night back in Brooklyn, “they didn’t have to put me up after all these years.” Mark sheepishly admits, suddenly feeling like his taking-out-the-trash and getting-things-off-the-top-shelf for Marv and Dot suddenly wasn’t gratitude enough.

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Pumpkins for sale near the entrance of the Saveway, the largest one is selected and carried with great care towards a waiting shopping cart. Mark had never held a baby before, but if he did, it would look similar to him moving a pumpkin from a. to b.

It was the largest one they had, intimidating all shoppers prior to Mark’s visit to Brooklyn for the Thanksgiving holiday. It took up a majority of the room in his shopping cart. He had passed by a posted sign to leave all backpacks at the door to prevent shoplifting. Mark wouldn’t be needing a backpack anymore, graduation was just around the corner; a high school diploma at last, and a pumpkin too.

“It’s too late to carve one,” he comments, straightening himself up from the lumber over, and moving around towards the handle of the cart, “but I didn’t have one back home.”

An autumn necessity crossed off the list, Mark aims the front of the cart towards the main vein, entrance aisle of the store. His trekking is like moving through grocery store molasses as he recalls all his uncle Marv had told him to get before leaving with Bob for Saveway, “shit.”

They weren’t exactly at the Ritz-Carlton, Mark spares no regret for swearing. Ghetto grocery store, he was used to seeing ‘Trader Joe’s’ on the corner of everything his mother had purchased back home. Turning to Bob behind him, Mark wears a beanie and knits his brows together as he forgets aloud, “do you remember all of what Marv said we’re supposed to get?”

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Bill Skarsgård as Mark in Assassination Nation (2018)

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