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Word of the Week: Crack
Word Count: 100 on the nose! Whooooooo-Hoooooo!
"Stop acting like some kind of dramatic girl," Dean grumbled as Sam struggled to fit himself, Dean, the wheelchair, and Dean's enormous cast into the elevator. "It's nothing."
Sam glared at Dean, squatting down to be eye level with his chair bound brother. "It's nothing," he asked, his anger slipping through. "Really?!"
"It's just a crack," Dean argued as the elevator began to move.
"A crack?! You have more pins in you than a friggin voodoo doll," Sam exclaimed. "Quit being all—"
"What? Manly," Dean asked deviously. "You're the one referencing dolls. One of us has to man up."
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