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"Oh hey, Harvie. Long time no see, it's been a while since you've visited the shop. So what's up?" Bob asked. I smiled as I made my way towards him. "Nothing special. . . I just wanted to have a tattoo" I smiled. "Last year you got your belly button pierced that made your dad kick you out of the house, now, you wanted to a have a tattoo. Tell me, are you -?" He chuckled. "Well that was when I was fifteen" I retorted. "but that was a year ago" he pointed. "UGH. Please, Bob! c'mon!" I whined. "nuh-uh" he shook his head with crossed arms. -"C'mon Bob, pleeeeease?" . . . . "Ugh, Fine. What and where?" He finally gave in. "YEY! and oh, 'Harry Styles' written on my back, please..." I smiled. "Wait. WHAT? Harry?!" ... "Yeah, what? what about him?" "ARE YOU CRAZY?!" .... "Noo..." "ARE YOU DRUNK?!" .. "noPe" " No, please don't tell me you're high?" ... "Of course not" "Then why?" ... "Oh, like you don't know me"
DEADLY GAME †
