DEADLY GAME †
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Last published Tue, Jul 9, 2013
"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"
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