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[ Deely comes out of the mall laden with wares, most of which are the sticky hands she traded her tickets for at the arcade. She has six of them, plus a tiny Beanie Baby on a keyring, which she's swinging around her index finger when she spots him. He looks very edgy over there with his mullet and his cigarette, edgy and teenaged, like he's about to stick it to the man any second now. He reminds Deely a little of herself, the way she used to loiter outside studio lots and chainsmoke between scenes, which is why she decides to head his way. Also, god, she'd love a smoke. ]

Hey. Wanna trade? I got six sticky hands and this fucking thing.

[ She wiggles the keyring enticingly. It's a weird rainbow animal that could either be a cat or a lemur. ]