"Maybe I like fatties." Rooney shrugged carelessly as he paid for their items and took the bag from the man behind the counter. He took Thoreau's hand back into his own and started to walk.
"Fine. If you want to be a man about it." Rooney rolled his eyes and grinned. "You don't want to be my little wife?"
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