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"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞" 𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝.
"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 ?" 𝐈 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝
"𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
"𝐘𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐠."
"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?" 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝.
"𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐞!" 𝐈 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩.
"𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐠 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐞 !" 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭.
𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?
𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
"𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄!" 𝐈 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
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