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The unholy little beep that debit cards make when you swipe them to pay for things.
Because granted, today was the most epic shopping trip of recent memory... and it's not even done yet... But I really need to be a little more fiscally responsible and not dissolve into paroxysms of glee when I see grommet bejeweled shirts and little bottles of crackling agent (meant to age acrylic paint) and twelve packs of colored brush pens for $2.99.
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