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“Sorry, but it takes a lot of years of practice to become grand master of the arts of cool.” Julian mused back, finding it easier to get a word in when it was just friendly banter and his mind as at ease. “Yes, but things have been made with an expiration date for a reason. Nothing new is manufactured to last more than few years because if didn’t have a fault then there would be no reason to buy another one. So they make them with the defect. When’s your birthday? Doesn’t matter, I’ll um…get you a new one because if it’s for school then you’d best have something reliable. Think of it as a belated birthday gift.”
Fangs looked at Julian for a moment, trying to process what he had said before shaking his head. ❝ No. Absolutely not. ❞ He leaned back in the booth, an eyebrow raised. ❝ This thing ought to have a year or so left, ❞ he nudged the laptop gently as he spoke. ❝ You don’t need to buy me anything, Julian. I’m fine. ❞








