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“Brother, what is that?” Eduardo Camavinga halted dead in his tracks, lifting the limp shark by two manicured fingers with an expression of pure, unadulterated disgust. “You make, how many millions a year? Why do you have a dead fish from IKEA in your house?”
“Put it down, Cama,” Jude said threateningly, not taking his eyes off his phone screen. “It’s a structural lumbar support device.”
“It has no structure! It’s like a pancake!”
or, a love story told through the eyes of a fading blue ikea shark plushie (re: jude’s lumbar support)