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This of course, meant war.
"Hey!" Gray lunged for the hat and missed, scowling at her. Girls always like to play around and swipe the hat. He was used to this--despite falling for it nearly every time. Why were they always so fucking complicated?
"Suck my dick," he grumbled, flipping her off and taking a drag of his cigarette. "--And give me my fucking hat back."
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