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“It’s true love, Grunkle Stan!”
“Listen, kid—the only true love in this life is love of money,” her grunkle retorted as he finished counting the day’s cash.
“You’re just a sourpuss,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him.
“Yeah yeah, go get your brother, it’s gettin’ late.”
He rolled his eyes as she kissed him on the cheek before skipping away, like he always did.
Stan waited until he couldn’t hear noises in the attic anymore, like he did every night.
He pressed the sequence into the vending machine and descended the stairs, like he had always done.