Empire Records and Bidet [4/29]

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Lucas opened Empire. He had absolutely no idea what was going on on the island.

Today's music mix: Sex Pistols, Violent Femmes, the Clash, the Ramones . . . pretty much anything punk with an explicit lyrics label.

There might be some Eminem in there, too.

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[chasingangela]

"Ohhh," Angela said, impressed. "Why would you want to go to war with them? Couldn't they just turn you into a monkey or something? Missus Skeeter at school does that all the time."

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"Some people don't like magic," Lucas shrugged. "They're silly people."

[chasingangela]

"Very silly," Angela agreed. "Magic is cool. I wish I could do it."

She stared at the CD cover a little more. "I want this! And Madonna."

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"Okay. Then I'll need . . . ." Lucas did some very, very slow math in his head. "How high can you count?"

[chasingangela]

"I can count really high. All the way to twenny," Angela said proudly.

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"Then twenty of those coins," he said.

[chasingangela]

Angela carefully counted out nineteen, no, twenty quarters. "Is that enough?"

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Lucas nodded. He wasn't about to have the poor kid count out all thirty some dollars in change. "That's perfect." He solemnly put the cds into a bag for her. "Have a very good day."

[chasingangela]

"You too!," Angela said cheerily.