| Both of them looked at him seriously and one of them punched him in the shoulder Other one said | |
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| we're not fucking gay faggots. | |
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| fag turned around, walking away he got to the door of the bathroom inside of the mall. | |
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| Wrapped his hand around the handle turning around to see what was taking his friend so long. | |
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| what are you doing man?WTF? | |
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| His friend had fallen under his knees the fist landed on the mountains man's black leather blazer which sent a strange electrical jolt throughout the body | |
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| What are you doing man? Let's go fine and leaving without you. Whatever the fuck is going on. | |
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| He opened the door, walked out. It flew back off them and he said | |
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| Come on | |
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| Ran and put his hand on his friend's shoulder to pull him away. The man in the black leather suit, stood watching. | |
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| What the fuck did you do to him? | |
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| As his friend stared off into space it seemed upward into the man's face which made him strangely content until his buddy smacked him upside the head hard enough to make him fall over. | |
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| The man raised his right hand. The man raised up his right hand and open the palm of the black leather glove. | |
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| Out shot a beam of light straight into the eyes. Of the second man who sighed and said inside whoa | |
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| The beam of light forced him to his knees right next to his friend who had gotten up from being pushed over who was also kneeling You | |
| blatantly objectifying questionably legal jockboys and Abercrombie Swagtards
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| blatantly objectifying questionably legal jockboys and Abercrombie Swagtards
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