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The front door opens and in saunters Carmela, hands the pockets of her cargo pants.
A stop by Bar to order something to drink get her, instead, a pile of Hershey's bars. A note -- which is slightly damp, for some reason -- explains that they're from Kit.
Carmela goes :D!, requests a bag from Bar, and transfers the bars into it.
Psst. Hey, you. Yeah, you. Want some chocolate? She'll share.
A stop by Bar to order something to drink get her, instead, a pile of Hershey's bars. A note -- which is slightly damp, for some reason -- explains that they're from Kit.
Carmela goes :D!, requests a bag from Bar, and transfers the bars into it.
Psst. Hey, you. Yeah, you. Want some chocolate? She'll share.