“Hey.” wewe call to your bestfriend.
As soon as he hears your voice, he turns around, and stomps off in the other direction.
“What the hell?” wewe call after him, running to catch up. He was a lot bigger than you, his strides were longer, but wewe caught up to him.
“Hey.” wewe try again. No answer. He just stares ahead of him.
You step in front of him. “What the fuck is going on?” wewe ask, eyebrows raised.
He stops, kinda looking around, as if to find the words to say.
“Can wewe please move?” He finally decides.
“Please? You, Dallas Winston, just alisema please. Obviously something is...
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