"I think I'm going to wait in the car."
"C'mon! It's a creepy old shop full of awesome stuff! Think about this in the dorm room!" Skip held up a cow skull with three horns.
"It's just junk. Like these stupid bottles with joke labels. My mom has these. 'Dreams.' 'Love.' Ugh. Smells like rotten potpourri. Wait, what the hell?" Gavin replaced the cork in the jar he held and plucked a squat bottle from the shelf. "'Spiders'?"
"Ahem," said the thin-faced proprietor. He reached from behind Gavin and gently took the bottle. "Let's not open that one, shall we?"
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