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@itsbuck sent [text]: I bought too much soap off etsy and now I don’t know what to do with it…I smell like Captain America.

[ MSG: buck ] what does captain america smell like? do i have to come over there? [ MSG: buck ] there's probably a shelter you could donate it to if you really want it gone

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@itsbuck sent [text] Why are you trending on Twitter?

[ TXT : buck ] cause i look hot 😉 [ TXT : buck ] you should look [ TXT : buck ] if you want i mean you get to look at me every day though

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@cryptidsdad sent ❛ you're just .. really hot. ❜

dean looked up from his spot at the kitchen table to see the older man just watching him. "is that your way of saying you want me to be done with work for the night?" he had told robert he had a little more work to finish up after dinner, but he hadn't really been keeping track of how long he'd been working. he ran his hand though his hair as he leaned back, stretching over the back of the chair. "i can shut this down. i'm done for the night." boring bureaucracy stuff had to be done, but that didn't mean that dean enjoyed doing it when he had better things to do. "you could have said something if i took too long."

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@cryptidsdad sent was that your plan?

"it seemed like a good plan," dean reasoned, looking at the bottomless cardboard box in his arms. he'd thought it would be easier to carry everything in all at once so that the paper bags didn't get soaked by the rain. he'd put all the bags into an empty cardboard box, but hadn't thought about how the weight of the grocery bags might be too much for the untaped bottom. he looked up from the rain soaked bags and vegetables on the ground. "i think we can still salvage this stuff. i will admit though, this wasn't my best idea." he set the ruined cardboard box down and started to pick up the bags and spilled groceries. "you gonna help me, or just laugh?"

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@cryptidsdad sent ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜

dean raised an eyebrow, looking over at robert from the driver's seat of the car. they'd been on the road for a while, and they'd reached a comfortable lull in their conversation. they'd paused their podcast at a toll booth and hadn't turned it back on since. "i guess, i heard a lot of ghost stories while i was in college cause i went to school in pennsylvania where damn near everything was supposedly haunted. why do you ask?" he kept his attention on the road, but he was listening for robert's answer.