[They should have swapped immediately, rich turns old and bree turns wee.]
I...in parts. [Yes, that makes sense doesn't it? It's spotty but the dots are lining up. Richie leans over to click the turntable off, flipping the record off and checking for damage instinctively. What an idiot move. What if it had rained?] You're Bree. Right? You're Bree and you've...got a time-travelling mom who didn't let you play with slingshots.
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I...in parts. [Yes, that makes sense doesn't it? It's spotty but the dots are lining up. Richie leans over to click the turntable off, flipping the record off and checking for damage instinctively. What an idiot move. What if it had rained?] You're Bree. Right? You're Bree and you've...got a time-travelling mom who didn't let you play with slingshots.