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"It's not... oh never mind," he said. The protest was instinct, but he couldn't be bothered to argue. "You can see how wrong you are at the show."

Dean wrapped his arms around Seamus and smiled. Hugs from his friends always made him feel better. Then his stomach made a noise. Small, but audible, especially given how close Seamus was. "Oops," he said, feeling guilty.

"To be fair the food both here and at home is pretty shit for a decent distance. Apart from the cafe I worked at, and I know what the prices there are like. So sure, we can go visit your Mum," he said, shrugging. At this point he didn't especially care where they wandered, it was all the same as long as it ended up with food.

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