Tanya and Dean shuffled their feet slowly while returning home from a punk rock show in downtown Cincinatti. It was after three in the morning, and all of the moshing and slam dancing had left Tanya famished.
"Let us go out to breakfast,"Tanya proclaimed hungrily,"How much money do you have?"
"Let me look," Dean dug his stubby fingers into the deep pockets of his blue jeans. The sound of jangling change echoed loudly as he pulled his hands from his pockets, "I have got about thirty-five cents."
"Thirty-five cents?!"Tanya exclaimed angrily while quietly wondering why she had ever dated Dean in the first place.
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