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Apollo was looking at the other, head resting on one of his hands. They’d walked by him a number of times as he was sipping his milkshake, probably due to things that had nothing to do with him, but it wasn’t like that part mattered.
“Are you a parking ticket?” he finally called out to them. “’Cause you got fine written all over you.” it was cheesy and really fufcking bad, sure, but sometimes that worked for him.


















