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I was worried they weren't going to let us in."
Gabriel's gaze flitted down to Miles's faded band T-shirt. "Yes, perhaps I should have warned you to dress ... not in your usual style."
Ouch.
He smoothed down the front of his shirt defensively - it had been a gift from his dad after Miles found his collection of old records in the garage. "Don't diss Led Zeppelin, or you'll be hitchhiking home."
"I have no problem with the band. It's your shirt that needs to be thrown out."
"There's no way you're a fan of Led Zeppelin."
"Of course, I am - they're one of the most influential bands of their time. I make a point to educate myself on the popular artists of all generations. And I find their originality very ... refreshing."
Miles couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had to be in a confusing, backward reality where Gabriel Hawthorne had good taste in music.
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