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