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"The gun" she mumbled.

"you're kidding right ?" his voice shaking out of fear.

"The fucking gun i am dying here" she matter of factly screamed.

"NO! of course i won't give it" he screamed desperately hoping that the whole situation is a joke.

"AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT ASSHOLE" frustration filled her tone.

"WELL I CAN'T GIVE YOU ONE WHEN I AM OBVIOUSLY THE GODAMN TARGET I WANT TO FUCKING LIVE THANK YOU VERY MUCH "....

And they kept on bickering over a...
Over a what you ask?
Food? money? Mafia shit?
Relationship shit? Or literally a Shit?
None of that actually it's about..

That Adorable, Young, Fluffy, Nerdy,
Bullied, Beautiful, Precious,
Mysterious,

ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ H I M .