A/N: Well, here's the silver dress I finally picked. A LOT of you guess emailed me options and I loved everyone, but ultimately I picked this one. I would love to thank everyone who sent me this dress, but there are a few of you. If you have, thank you so much! It's exactly what I looked for.
"When you're at a movie theater which armrest is yours?" Bryan asks - breaking the silence.
"Well, I'd assume it's your right arm?" Ryan answers.
We were sitting silently on the jet while we travel closer and closer to Trojan territory. It's already been a long journey and whenever I think I can fool myself into sleeping, l one of the damn twins pops up a question to break the silence.
"But why your right arm? Why not your left?" Bryan insists.
"Most people are right-handed," Ryan answers his twin.
"But what about the left-handed people? What about them? Can we just idle stand by while left-handed people are being discriminated against?" Bryan points out with a bit of a puff in his chest. He pushes back his brown hair while his twin plays with a stray lock on his own head.
"You're right, Brother. We need to petition against the injustice brought upon left-handed people," Ryan says while not taking his eyes off of his stray lock.
"You're damn right we should. Who's with me?" Bryan asks the rest of us.
Lynch is asleep. Both Vixon, Gareth and Falcon blink, Blake doesn't react, Owen rolls his eyes, the rest stare and Myra finally flushes the toilet before coming out.
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Three Gangs and a Silver Sin
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