#m. nails.

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        "i've been told i look like that dude from that band." he's never even seen the guy, but he still thinks he's better looking.

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    "i'll give you a hundred dollars if you sing the american national anthem whilst standing on your heading and rubbing your stomach and patting your head."

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     he's sat in front of mio, cross-legged, t-shirt draped over his shoulders instead of on his torso, sweating because the heat today has been unreal. mio's carding her hands through his hair, braiding it because she said it was something she wanted to do. 

     "so," he says, staring at the tv and trying not to make a bigger deal out of this than it is. "my family wants to meet you."