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Shawn's eyes almost lit up as he saw the unattended keys gleaming among the hoarderesque piles of papers and stuff. Sometimes he really did feel that he had a special gift, even if it didn't come from the spirit world, since he could expect to be distracted by Jules' strawberry shampoo. He could tell it wasn't a real robbery, but an inside job. The "psychic" took a deep breath and waited. The secret to this bit was the pause(also that Shawn guessed it was the skeevy stepson.) His dad would have said that Kato Kaelin Junior had a bad attitude, and though it killed him, personally, and made him feel like a generation traitor, he had to agree.

for "knots", which might have been different, further from the holidays.

She pulled at the ribbon of the small, compact package, that kind of put up a fight. Looking at the shiny blue paper and the neat wrapping job(She couldn't see any tape!) she wondered why the knotted ribbon that someone had fluffed up and made fancy, was green instead of white or silver, which seemed like the logical, stylish choices someone at the store might make. "Wow, good things come in small packages." For a moment, her cheeks got hot, because they'd just taken things to the next level recently, and she hoped he didn't think...well, never mind. In one of those moments of partial telepathy that she might have been glad had skipped a beat, he said "I got you a green one because it's your favorite color."