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“Alright, where are they?” John asked, standing in front of Paul and crossing his arms.
“…What?”
“Don’t play dumb,” John said while jabbing his finger into Paul’s chest. “I know you took them.”
“Seriously—took what?” Paul said, slapping John’s hand away.
“My glasses.”
Paul blinked. “John, you know—”
“Just tell me where you hid them,” John snapped.
“But John—”
“This isn’t funny anymore—stop being an arse.”
Without speaking, Paul reached for the top of John’s head and slid his glasses onto his face.
“…Please promise you’ll never speak of this again.”
“Hell no—I’m telling everyone we know.”