"No problem, babe," he said, throwing a brick through the glass and grabbing the ring. A few blocks later, she admired a black leather jacket in another shop window.
"What I'd give to own that!" she said.
"Sure thing, honey," he said, throwing another brick through the window and snatching the coat. Soon they passed a Mercedes dealership.
"I'd do anything for one of those!" she said, pointing to a convertible.
"Damn it, baby!" cried the Goth. "Do you think I'm made of bricks?!"
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