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No: You had to tell on me like a good rattlesnake and start a dumb ass fight over a bucket of JUST moldy stinky ass paint! *scoffs*
Chi: Woahwowowowoah! It’s my job! And the paint is not just ‘moldy’ it’s toxic and a danger!
No: You. Ugh, look, ya coulda kept your mouth shut, could off negotiated and kept some yourself ya kno?
Chi: ???
Chi: What makes you think I’d want and do THAT?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!
No: Ya have the looks of it. The kind where you won’t tell on no one. But I was wrong. Now you’ll ruin me whole. My life, my records over this. My job, my Sporty Goods!
Chi:
No: Snarky little paladeer. Think yer saving the world with your ‘spwashy widdle bwush’, one odd paint at a time. Do you know why people like ya retire early?
He gazes on Chi for a SHORT period of time. Though it was for seconds, she felt uncomfortable and felt like half her life has passed.
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22/11/2024