"It's you and me, there's nothing like this
Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince
We're so sad, we paint the town blue
Voted most likely to run away with you"
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In which Harley Gilmore prefers to...
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"Hey!" Harley called out as she ran up to her mom. "Oh, hey, you!" Lorelai smiled at her daughter as she threw an arm over her sweatshirt-clad shoulder.
"You're wearing a sufficient amount of cloth today." Lorelai pointed out as she looked at the girl's outfit which consisted of dark jeans, two layered purple tops, a thin purple scarf, and a leather jacket on top.
"Thank you. So um, you think you got enough paint?" Harley questioned as she looked behind her at the multiple cans of paint. "I know, I tried to tell him. So, dinner, thoughts?"
"Let's have some." Harley shrugged. "How about Chinese?" The brunette woman suggested as the two crossed the street. "Perfect."
"Okay. I need to stop at the market and get some fruit." Harley looked over at her mother curiously. "Why?" The girl questioned. "I think I'm getting scurvy."
"Really?" Harley exclaimed as if it was an actual possibility. "Yeah. Well that or a cold, but either way, I need some fruit." Lorelai explained as she looped her arm around Harley, pulling the girl away from Luke's and towards the market.
"These all look too fruity." Harley criticized, but the loud roar of a motorcycle kept Lorelai from replying.
"Damn motorcycles, they're a scourge." Taylor cursed as he stormed out of his shop. "Yeah. A real plague on our society." Harley scoffed but the man just nodded in agreement. "Exactly! They're loud, they're dangerous. We should ban them from town."
"Maybe we should set up barricades and ban all unwelcome strangers from crossing the border," Lorelai suggested. "Well! Well, no we couldn't do that, that would be illegal."
"Darn laws." Harley snickered as she picked up an orange. "Oh, got to get away from that noise." Taylor winced before retreating into the market. "Kill me and bury me with that bike."
"What is it? A Harley?" Harley questioned. "You're a Harley, that's a 2000 Indian, 80 horsepower, 5-speed close-ratio Andrews transmission and I want to get one." She all but drooled.
"No."
"Why not?"
"You'd die." Harley reminded her mother. "Oh, that." Lorelai frowned as the two turned around, only to be stopped by a voice. "Hey." The man on the Motorcycle shouted.
"Hi." Lorelai greeted as she turned around while the man stood. "Nice shirt. Take it off." He called out before removing his helmet. Lorelai prepared to put the man in his place but fell short of anything witty when she saw who he was.
