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Framboise: *yawns* You knock out another two.
Framboise-Rose: Well not violence or drugs.
*if
Framboise-Rose: *scowls* What would you do of I went home?
GET OUT.
Framboise-Rose: JUST PICK ONE OR I'M GOING HOME.
Could you not insult my determination please?
Framboise-Rose: Well can you give me a type? Robbery? Trespassing? Streaking? Drugs? Violence?
Could we all double up? We would have enough then
Framboise: *raises an eyebrow* Like what, Zachary?
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Framboise: Right so what are we going to do Zachary?
Framboise: *grinning at Michael and Zach* So desperate to come aren't you Zachary?
Framboise: Is that feasible with your dad looking put the window?
Framboise: Music. Beer. Cigarettes.
Framboise: Yeah if we didn't have s*** batteries that would be brilliant.
Framboise: They need to invent some kind of portable music thing. We could have music blasting out everywhere. The car would be too far away!
Framboise: Can I come watch? I'll bring drink, cigarettes or something.
Framboise-Rose: *gets out of the car, handing Zach the keys and waving to Zach's dad* Hey Mr.Patrick! Haven't seen you since last time we dropped...
Framboise: *stops the car abruptly after pulling into a space by Zach's house*