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-I look at Nikolai- What?
Oh and tattoo parlors, liquor stores, "pharmacies", and libraries
I was implying you FIGHT cripples, not shoot them
(what?!?)
Nobody starts one without a wheelchair Nikolai...
Seriously, don't ask about it...
Don't ask why...
-I laugh- I'm Charlie, the dramatic singer and Foxes voice of reason
Pretty much, they can't tell if we're in a gang or not
Back then dad was still here -I grip Foxes box cutter tightly-
I should start carrying one... -i stare off into space-
Spare me the tough guy act, I've been running in the middle of the road since I was 3 and nothings ever happened
-I grab it- Oh no you don't!
-I turn to Nikolai- Please tell me that's a bb gun
-I laugh- Do you always walk around with those?
-i jump on my bike- If I don't make it tell my dad he's a ****
Let's get out of here before goes OJ
You guys are crazy!! -I start dancing with them-
-I laugh- Fox what are you doing?
-I raise my eyebrows- A shotgun?