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"So what do you need?" asked Clark next to me. I started counting on my fingers. "One, a Christmas present for Nicole, I'm thinking something to do with her music. Two, a new pair of shoes pour moi. Third, a Christmas present for Flynn, something weird, like him." "We're going to be out for ages." Clark muttered bitterly. "Not that long." I said. "And I thought," said Clark. "That Flynn guy was a douchebag?" "You think that every guy I know is a douchebag." I retorted. "Not all of them." he said. "Just most of them." "Name one of them who you think wasn't a douchebag." I challenged him. "Mm." said Clark, thinking. "Donovan wasn't!" he finally came up with. "Donovan was awesome. But between you and Dad, I can't win; Dad hated Donovan." "You hardly know Flynn, is it worth getting