Jul 08, 2012 05:31
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“Sorry?” Brendon said, and instead of ignoring him, because he had never been good at things like that, he asked, “What destiny?” “Our musical one,” he said, his tone long-suffering, because to be fair to him he had been talking about this shit for weeks. “Pete Wentz is going to sign us to his label. We will duel at dawn.” There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Ryan glanced around to make eye contact with each of them for at least five seconds. “Excuse me?” Brent said, baffled. “Like, with swords?” “Ooh!” Brendon chirped. “With cards?” )
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