“ i’m a simple person. i see a cool rock , i pick it up. “ rory to mom ❤️
" & you had to pick it up right that second ? " she quirks an eyebrow, a grocery bag in each hand as they mercifully leave doose's market. " honey, believe me, i know the appeal of a cool rock, but just for future reference – if taylor's watching & we're on our way to doose's, no rocks will be picked up off the ground & pocketed in a manner that could be misconstrued as suspicious in any way. " a beat. " remember, this is the man who sees you tying your shoes & accuses you of loitering – never again... wait, stop, i want a cookie. hold. " with that, she hauls one of the grocery bags in rory's arms just so she can rummage freely through the other one & retrieve her mid-babble snack. " give. " a quick request, mouth full as she grabs the second bag again & goes on. " i mean, did you see him ? every aisle, he was right behind us ! totally thought you were gonna chuck that thing straight into his canned soup pyramid. "
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