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cofe-doodles · 2 years ago

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Meet And Tremble-At-Your-Knees

September 1, 1989. Dear Diary,

I wouldn’t say I'm stupid.

I have mathematics and chemistry as my best subjects, I'm part of an honors class, and I consistently get praises for my sharp wit in English class. So, no, I'm not stupid.

But would a smart person do this?

“This is excellent forgery.”

Virgil swallowed his anxiety as Roman eyed him up and down before a smirk settled on his face. He didn’t realize that the devil could even smile.

“Who are you?” Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?

“Virgil- Sawyer,” Virgil replied with a hiccup, extending his hand for Roman to shake but the other didn’t acknowledge it. His smirk became bigger. Virgil lowered his hand, coughing out, “I crave a boon.”

Roman looked at the mirror, then to Patton and Logan who were also eyeing Virgil up and down. Both had a look that Virgil couldn’t decipher but he knew they were judging. “What boon?”

Okay, Virgil, this is your chance. “Let me sit at your table, at lunch. Just on, no talking necessary. If people think that you guys tolerate me, then they’ll leave me alone.” Like the devil’s choir, the three laughed simultaneously. Roman eyed him intently, pearly whites shining as he laughed softly. Virgil couldn’t stop the tint in his cheeks, he wouldn’t let himself be embarrassed again. He added, “But before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes.”

The three paused.

“Do you do prescriptions?” Logan was the one who spoke. Virgil had never noticed how deep and rough Logan’s voice was, like he wasn’t used to talking.

“Not now, Logan.” Roman dismissed him with an annoyed look behind his eyes.

Ah, that’s why. Virgil didn’t bother to mention that he could, indeed, write prescriptions.

Logan sighed but nodded. “Okay”

“You,” Roman said with a taunt and his eyes sparkling with what Virgil could only assume was mischief. “For a ‘nobody’, you’re pretty good looking.”

“Thank you?” Virgil couldn’t deny that it made his heart beat faster. It wasn’t everyday the King of Westerberg High would compliment someone.

Roman smirked. "Doesn’t he have a handsome face?" He asked Patton and Logan.

“He does.” Patton spoke, going towards Virgil and pushing his body to face the mirror. Patton cupped his jaw. “If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I’d have matching halves,” the way it was said was nonchalant; Virgil was slightly afraid of Patton. But all he did was smile brightly at Virgil as he continued, “That’s very important.”

“Though, your sense of fashion is atrocious.” Logan butt in, using his index and thumb to raise a bit of fabric on Virgil’s gray hoodie.

“That can be fixed.” Roman smiled at his reflection in the mirror. “And you know what, Vixen, I think this will be the start of something beautiful.”

Virgil’s cheeks heated at that.

“But before that,” Roman went behind him, pushing Virgil’s hair to the side. He rested his chin on Virgil’s shoulder causing Virgil to tense up. Roman smirked at the reaction, hugging Virgil from behind. “You need some lip gloss, your lips are all chapped.” Roman said with a pout, a hand coming up to swipe at Virgil’s bottom lip. “I would suggest some blush but I think we got that covered.”

Virgil’s lips pierced in a line, his face heating up in a crimson blush.

“A change of clothes also.” Roman continued.

“A- After class?”

The three laughed again.

“Now, silly.” Patton teased like a parent to a child.

September 2, 1989. Dear Diary,

I got grounded for skipping school. But I have cool clothes now.

Virgil walked down the hallway with his anxiety hugging him tightly. Everyone was staring at him like he was the new kid again. But this time, instead of weirded out expressions, everyone had a look of shock and awe. Yesterday, his new friends bought him clothes that made him look posh and clean. His blond hair was actually trimmed and styled well. His face was more visible now with his bangs being shorter. He walked faster than usual, going to the lunch area with excitement for once.

“Hey, guys,” Virgil greeted as he sat down on the lunch table. He was opposite to Roman, beside Patton who smiled at him brightly.

Roman smirked at him, his chin resting on the palm of his hand. “Logan, switch seats with Virgil.”

Logan got up immediately. Virgil was a bit hesitant to move but did so to not keep Logan standing.

“Virgil,” Roman started, putting a hand on Virgil’s back. Virgil tensed up, sitting straight. Roman smiled at that, facing Virgil. “If you want to keep on sitting with us, you have to do one little thing for moi.”

Virgil caught a grin on both Logan and Patton’s faces.

“What is it?”

Roman snapped his fingers. “Paper.”

Logan reached for his pocket and brought a piece of paper out, he handed it to Virgil. “Forge something for us.”

Virgil looked at Logan before looking at Roman.

“Would you mind?”

“No, not really.”

“Good.” Roman’s smile widened. “I need a forgery in Pryce Hudson’s handwriting.”

“If I may ask, for what-?”

“Hi, Honey; I’ve been watching you, thinking about us in the old days. I hope you can come to my homecoming party this weekend. I miss you, Pryce. Oh, put an ‘XO’ after the signature.” Roman said, sensually speaking. Virgil was a bit confused but he wrote it nonetheless.

“What’s this for?”

“Pryce used to hang out with Anton in kindergarten.” Roman said with a disgusted look in his face.

“Real close,” Patton giggled with a suggestive eye roll.

“Too close.” Logan added. “They kissed on the kickball field.”

“Oh my gosh, that’s right! I forgot about that. Pryce kissed Anton.” Patton spoke with a fake cheery smile. “It was disgusting.”

“What’s so wrong with that?” Virgil asked with an awkward chortle.

“Pryce still likes him and Anton’s a nobody,” Roman said in a duh tone. “So I’m planning to divide them. Our family can’t date nobodies.”

He took the note from Virgil as he still tried to process what they said. If that was the case, why were they bringing up the past?

“This is perfect, Virgil, thank you,” Roman praised him. “Pryce!”

Virgil flinched at the shout. He watched as Pryce Hudson walked over at their table. He looked kinda like Roman.

“What cuz?”

Ah, they were cousins.

“Do me a favor and be a good cousin and give this to Anton for me, hm?”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “What? No!”

Pryce looked at his cousin, eyebrow raised. “Since when do you talk to him?” Pryce started to unfold it but Virgil took the note from him. Pryce furrowed his eyebrows. “Give that back, loser.”

“Virgil.” Roman raised an eyebrow at him, waving Pryce away. He did, but not before glaring at Virgil.

“I’m not doing this.” Virgil shook his head. “You may like to ruin other people’s lives but personally, I’m not that apathetic. And I will not have this on my conscience.”

Roman raised an eyebrow. “Are we going to have a problem?”

Virgil flinched. “I didn’t mean-”

“You got the balls to say that to me, hm? We don’t do this everyday, why are you pulling on my dick?”

Roman stood up, grabbing Virgil’s chin in the process.

“Normally, I’d shame you in front of everybody right here, right now. But because I’m nice,” he put emphasis on the word ‘nice.’ “I’ll give you advice, so listen.”

Roman sat on the table, using the heel of his boot to push Virgil. With that, everyone noticed their table even more so than usual.

“If you want to keep being friends with us, you have to roll with us.” Roman smirked. “We’re rich, we’re hot, we’re everything other people are not. Oh, that’s a good one, put it in my slam poetry notebook, Logan.”

“Affirmative.”

“Anyways. If you don’t have the balls, go back to being a nobody.” Roman spoke in a childish manner. “Or, keep up with us and we’ll have you living the life you always wanted to have.”

“And what life may that be?” Virgil wanted to sound harsh but he just sounded unsure.

“A life of luxury.” Logan spoke, standing up and sitting beside Virgil who tensed under the stoic expression but his glasses hid that look of pride.

“A life on a silver platter.” Patton chirped, going to the other side of Virgil and clinging on his arm.

“A life where you have me.” Roman smirked, bending down to Virgil’s level and cupping his jaw. “A life of joy, my dear. So, say goodbye to loser Virgil, and say hello to the brand new version of yourself.”

Virgil stared up at Roman. “Okay.”

“Great!” Roman laughed. “Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn. Forge us an excuse slip, Virgil.”

“Sure but, uh, I have an important test after lunch so I’ll pass.” A lie.

Roman groaned. “Boring! But whatever. See you then, Virgil.” Roman stood up, pulling Virgil up and kissing his cheek before walking out of the lunch area. Logan and Patton followed, saying their respective goodbyes to Virgil.

Virgil stood dumbly as he watched his ‘friends’ leave the lunch area.

“Your first mistake was wearing plum and salmon pink together.” Virgil jumped, turning around to face the table where a boy in a beanie was sitting.

How in the hell did Virgil not hear him?

“Your second mistake was bowing down to the Swatch-dogs and Diet-Cokeheads. They got you wrapped around their fingers.” He continued, leaning back then standing, walking over towards Virgil, brushing shoulders, leaving. “You’ve clearly got a soul. You just need to work harder keeping it clean. We are all born marked for evil.”

“Hey, you can’t just quote Baudelaire at me and walk away.” Virgil grabbed the sleeve of his trench coat. The boy looked over his shoulder to look at Virgil, he was smirking. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“I didn’t throw it.” Then he was off.

Virgil stared at the lunch doors dumbfounded.

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bleedingoptimism · 1 year ago

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It’s a little after eleven when Eddie finally manages to get Tarja to bed. It’s hard for her without her plushie. And really, Eddie is very thankful having a hyper-fixation with her toy seems to be the only ‘consequence’ of having divorced parents Tarja seems to have right now. He always worries if having two homes and constantly moving between them is good for her or not. Especially with Tommy being Tarja’s other dad, but against all odds, he’s good to her. So their kid is doing just fine. She’s happy. And if she’s happy, Eddie is happy.

He’s getting ready to open a beer and relax when there’s a knock on the door. He smiles, assuming is Steve bringing Toothless over and almost knocks his beer to the floor when he opens the door.

Steve looks… well he looks amazing, dressed to the nines. Must’ve been date night. But his eyes are red and puffy, his face covered in dark blotches, and his lips are swollen like he’s been biting them too much.

He’s hugging Toothless to his chest and he smiles at Eddie when he sees him, but he looks so sad it breaks his heart.

Eddie throws the beer behind him, sure it will land on the couch and cradles Steve’s face between his hands, “What did that asshole do?

Steve leans into his touch and shuts his eyes for a moment before sighing and stepping away from him, walking inside and sitting on the couch still holding Toothless like a lifeline.

“Nothing, he was just-” Steve shakes his head and chuckles darkly, “He’s just so mean,”

Eddie drops to his knees in front of him and dips his head to look Steve in the eye just like he did that day in the park.

“Break up with him,” he says.

“I can’t.”

“Tommy doesn't deserve you, Steve. You are worth so much more than what that asshole makes you feel. You deserve better. More. Everything,” Eddie pleads, placing his hands on Steve’s knees and squeezing, “If it’s because of Tarja, we’ll figure something out, ok? Lots of people keep in contact with their parent’s significant other after they break up” He rushes, the speech he didn't have quite prepared last week coming out of him in a single breath, “We are friends, right? So you can still visit and see her. Visit me. You don’t have to stop being a part of our lives.”

Steve is staring at him right now like Eddie just gifted him the moon and he’s so beautiful it’s kind of hard for Eddie to keep eye contact, but he squeezes Steve’s knees again to ground himself and does. Steve needs to know he’s very serious about this. About him.

Eyes shining, Steve takes a deep breath and nods slowly, a tear falling down his cheek that Eddie follows with his eyes and watches until it hides under Steve’s v-neck shirt.

“Hey, even I didn’t put up with Tommy's shit for Tarja’s sake and I birthed her,” he jokes awkwardly, trying to make him laugh and feels like doing a little victory dance when Steve snorts cutely,

“Okay,” he hiccups.

“Yeah?” Eddie smiles back at him, relieved.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, “Fuck Tommy.” And drops back on the couch, looking exhausted, “Can I stay here tonight?” he asks in a whisper, like he’s afraid Eddie will say no. As if.

“Yeah, of course,” Is what he answers, and has half a mind to invite him into his bed but knows it’s a terrible idea. So he lends Steve his favorite flannel pajamas and sets blankets and a pillow on the couch and they say their goodnights.

And if he does a little dance when he closes the door to his room, no one is there to see.

In the morning, Steve stays for breakfast. And attempts to kill Eddie by making his heart explode, cooking it himself from scratch with Tarja’s help, who is so happy she won’t stop running around the kitchen making Toothless fly and sing about ‘happy family breakfast time’.

It’s actually hard to tell if she’s happier to have her plushie back or that Steve is there. Eddie, on the other hand, knows exactly what he’s happiest about. Death by tenderness. Is that a thing? He amuses himself thinking about a couple csi’s with sunglasses saying it,

“He died because he witnessed something too cute,”

“Ah yes, death by fondness. I’ve seen it before.”

After, Eddie walks him to the door and Steve smiles sweetly at him, and holds his hand, squeezing it once before letting go, “Well, see you. I guess,” he says bashfully and there’s a moment there, a second where time stops and Eddie thinks he should kiss him. Wants to kiss him, needs to kiss him.

But he doesn’t. Because Steve is still dating Tommy, and just because he said he was going to break up with him doesn’t mean he wants to start something new with Eddie.

Eddie himself called him his friend for the first time last night for christ sake. ‘Fucking chill’ he thinks to himself.

🧸

And then a week goes by without hearing a word from Steve. But Eddie doesn't hold it against him.

At first, he figures he needs time to think but then he starts to wonder if he really is going to break up with Tommy. Four days in, he gets paranoid about it. Maybe Steve got brainwashed into thinking Eddie is bad for him. Maybe Tommy told him Eddie was putting ideas in his head, that he shouldn’t talk to him anymore… With him telling Steve to break up with his boyfriend and all...

He’s well aware of how manipulative Tommy can be and has seen the way he belittles Steve to keep him around, so he knows it’ll be hard for Steve to actually go through with it.

And he can’t exactly show up at Tommy’s and steal Steve away, no matter how appealing the idea might be. The only thing he can do is just think of Steve, wish him well, and send him strength to do what he needs to do. At the end of the day, it needs to be his decision. His choice.

As Tommy’s week with Tarja approaches he starts getting more and more anxious, wondering if it’ll be Steve or Tommy who picks her up.

When the day finally arrives, and the doorbell rings, Tarja runs to open the door and Eddie peeks his head through the hallway.

“Daddy!” Tarja screams.

“Hey, Tata! You ready?” Tommy says and Eddie steps into the hall to greet him too.

“Not yet!” Tarja chuckles and Tommy smiles at her,

“Okay, go get ready. I’ll wait here,”

Eddie walks to the door and leans on the doorframe, “Hey,”

“Hi. Long time no see,” Tommy says and then adds, “You look great,”

“You don’t,” Eddie answers, because it’s true. He looks like shit. Greasy hair, bags under his eyes, chapped lips, wrinkles on his clothes, “What happened?”

“Steve broke up with me.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide and he smiles, he doesn’t even try to hide it, “He did?”

“Don’t smile, fucker,” Tommy says but there’s no heat behind it. He knows he deserves it.

“Sorry,” Eddie says, not sorry at all.

“Stop,” Tommy whines because Eddie’s smile is actually getting bigger,

“Sorry,” he repeats and then clears his throat, “Did he tell you why?”

“Because I’m a horrible person,” Tommy groans.

“Hey, the first step is to ad-”

“To admit it, yeah, yeah. I know” Tommy interrupts him, groaning again.

Eddie sighs, and punches Tommy’s shoulder lightly, “Look, Tommy, I’m just going to say this because, well… you are pathetic. You need to do better.” And then he points to his back, to where Tarja’s disappeared to get her stuff, “She’s going to grow up and realize you are an awful person and she’s not going to want you in her life. And I’m not going to dissuade her from it, because I already don’t want you to be in mine, you know that, right?”

Tommy looks at him seriously and then nods once, fast and hard. Like he gets it. Like he agrees and is determined to change. And Eddie hopes for Tarja’s sake he is. But knows, deep in his heart, that either way, she’s going to be fine.

“Also, just a heads up. I’m in love with Steve and I’m going to ask him out,” he adds in a rush when he hears Tarja running up behind him.

“You are shitting me,” Tommy whispers, shocked and clenching his teeth.

Eddie laughs, “Nope,” he says, closing his lips loudly around the P.

“Eddie,” Tommy warns him like he’s waiting for Eddie to say he's joking.

“What? I hear he’s single,” Eddie smirks.

“You motherfuc- Hey Tata!” Gathering Tarja in his arms, Tommy drops the subject but he glares at Eddie as he kisses Tarja’s cheek goodbye and murmurs ‘unbelievable’ as he’s leaving. Eddie closes the door and starts laughing at the look on Tommy’s face.

He needs to call Steve.

He tries a couple of times but he doesn’t pick up and he starts worrying Steve might not actually want to talk to him, and then there’s a knock on the door but Eddie, too preoccupied with his anxiety, opens without looking, thinking Tarja forgot something.

When he doesn't hear her, Eddie looks up from his ‘ignored calls’ screen to see nonother than Steve standing there, looking nervous and like a fucking dream with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. A fucking bouquet of flowers. For him. For Eddie. All different shades of red, because he knows is his favorite color.

Eddie just blinks at him a couple of times and Steve flushes even more and drops the hand holding up the flowers, scratches the back of his neck nervously, “This was stupid, the flowers were fucking stupid. They are stupid. I’m stupid, right?”

A laugh bubbles out of Eddie and he grabs him by the scruff of his shirt and pulls him inside. He closes the door once they are both in and slams Steve against it, crushing their lips together. Steve circles his arms around Eddie and holds him close, instantly returning the kiss with fervor.

They kiss as if it were fate. They kiss until it's hard to breathe and Eddie pulls away only to kiss him again, and again, and again.

“Not stupid,” he murmurs between kisses and feels Steve’s smile against his lips.

Eventually, Eddie takes a step back and lets Steve into his home properly, “Hi,” he says cheesily.

“Hi,” Steve says back grinning, then he lifts up the bouquet again, which is now completely ruined by him still holding it strongly while they made out like crazy, and his smile drops,

“Shit,” he pouts cutely, god Eddie wants to eat him. He laughs and takes the flowers anyway, putting them in an empty glass bottle, because he doesn’t own a flower vase, because he’s a normal human being. ‘Who the fuck owns a flower vase?’

“Come here,” he says, holding out both hands for Steve to take and follow him.

Steve takes his hands but doesn't move, instead swings them from side to side, “Wait, let's talk,”

Fuck, yeah. They should. That’s a good idea. Fuck. Damn, Steven Whatever-The-Fuck-Is-His-Middle-Name Harrington and his sensible and very logical choice…

Eddie huffs exaggeratedly making Steve chuckle and redirects them to the couch, where they sit still holding hands, “Alas,” he says dramatically, “You are right, we should talk. I actually wanted to ask you out properly, not debauch you the second you walked through the door. Sorry about that” he lies, not sorry at all, again.

Steve blushes and smiles, drawing little circles with his thumbs on Eddie’s hands, “Yeah me too. I wanna do this right. Ask you out. Go on dates. I think we should take this slow,”

Eddie makes a face and groans at that. He doesn't want to take it slow. He wants Steve to move in right now or something. Steve rolls his eyes amused at his interruption and keeps going,

“I came here to ask you out the right way because I want you to know I’m committed. But we should think about how this will affect Tarja… and Tommy too. We should go out a few times, spend some time alone, and I want you to meet my friends and my parents and I want to meet your friends and your uncle too and just do this properly and-”

Eddie interrupts him with a kiss, he can’t take it anymore, he’s been dying to kiss Steve for months now and he’s so sweet and thoughtful it makes Eddie insane, makes him feel like he needs to ruin him, but in a nice way, like with devotion and love.

Steve lets go of his hands to wrap his arms around Eddie’s waist and hoists him until he’s straddling Steve. Eddie leans his elbows on Steve’s shoulders, and buries his hands in his hair, pulling and messing with it.

“Okay but have you considered having hard, hot, wet sex, and then maybe we do what you said?” He asks panting against Steve’s lips and actually feeling how that punches the air out of him.

He hugs Eddie closer to his chest and whines, “Yeah okay, we can do it your way,” and gets up, lifting Eddie with him as if he were weightless. Eddie squawks and laughs all the way to his room.

🧸

They spend the week together, talking, eating, drinking, laughing and fucking. Except it’s more than that because when Eddie is inside Steve, with his tongue, his fingers, or his strap, it feels like more. It feels like love. Like fate.

Steve, still determined to take things slow, doesn’t stay there all the time, going back to Robin’s where he moved back to after breaking up with Tommy. He actually brings her over one day and the three of them spend the afternoon together. Eddie decides they are going to be best friends immediately because Robin is hilarious and merciless. When Steve gets back the next day he kisses Eddie so good and hard his knees almost give out on him and tells him he has Robin’s seal of approval. Something he knows Tommy never got.

When the week passes Eddie says goodbye theatrically as if they were cross-star lovers in a bad soap opera and Steve chuckles and calls him ridiculous but kisses him so passionately that Eddie drags him right back inside and they say goodbye again a few hours later.

They had decided to wait until Eddie talked to Tarja about her feelings over Tommy’s and Steve’s breakup and whether she still wanted Steve around or not before having him over again.

But when Tarja gets back home she’s gloomy and silent. She hugs Eddie in greeting when she arrives and then spends the rest of the day lying face down on the floor and occasionally sighing loudly, obviously trying to make Eddie ask her what’s wrong.

And really, Eddie shouldn't find it as funny as he does, but he thinks about calling Wayne and telling him he gets it now when Wayne used to tell him he had too much personality.

Eventually, he lies on the floor next to her and asks. Tarja looks at him with big sad eyes and says, “I haven't seen Steve in a million years! And Daddy said he is not his boyfriend anymore! So I’ll never see him again and I miss him”

Eddie coos at her, “I’m sorry you miss him little dragon, but you can totally see him again! Would you like me to call him? Since he’s my friend too?” Already trying to strategize on how to tell her they are more than friends.

Tarja lights up and jumps off the floor and onto Eddie, punching the breath out of him, “Yes! Yes! Call Steve! Steve smiles more when he’s with you than he did with daddy anyway. Why don’t you boyfriend him instead?”

Well… that was easy.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “That’s a great idea sweety, go grab my phone,”

Tarja runs and grabs Eddie’s phone off the table and hands it to him, he doesn’t bother getting off the floor so she kneels beside him listening attentively as he dials Steve’s number.

“Hi, handsome, you talked with Tarja already?” Steve greets him after it rings twice.

“Yeah about that, turns out Tarja talked to me, actually,” he chuckles, “Hi, by the way”

“Hi,” Steve repeats lovingly and laughs, “What do you mean?”

“She had this awesome idea!” he says winking at her and she covers her mouth with her tiny hands to hide her giggles, “That, since you are not with Tommy anymore, you should be my boyfriend instead,” he continues, voice going soft and chuckles when he hears Steve's breathless ‘oh’ on the other side of the line, “Come over?”

“Of course, gimme an hour? I'm with a client” Steve hums and Eddie whispers he’ll give him anything he asks for and hangs up.

An hour later Tarja is still lying on the floor, only now it’s with papers and crayons spread all around her when the doorbell rings. She looks up at Eddie excitedly and he nods at her, “Go on then”

Tarja runs to the door and opens it wide to reveal Steve standing there as beautiful as ever, giving Eddie a deja vu of the first time he saw him.

“Papa Steve!” Tarja yells and jumps up to hug him.

Steve gasps and falls to his knees with her in his arms and looks up at Eddie with shocked wet eyes.

‘So much for taking it slow,’ Eddie thinks with a smirk.

Fin.

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#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #trans eddie munson #kid fic #i wrote something #i keep thinking about #you know how kid memories are weird and warped in your minds #i keep thinking about tarja being very much convinced that she is the one who got them to date just cause she suggested it to eddie #when she's older i mean #like they cannon convince her other wise she soooooo sure cause she perfectly remembers telling eddie to 'boyfriend' steve and that they #were not together before that #steve and robin think its hilarious #eddie hates giving her the credit #dunno if tommy gets a redemption ark but i imagine tarja and him have coffee from time to time and they catch up on their lives.#and tarja rolls her eyes a lot at him but he's not as bad as he used to be #its mostly like 'yeah yeah dad im sure tthings were different in your time sure'

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