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3. From the outside, Handy’s Pawn and Thrift was like any other second-hand junk store. Random items filled both storefront windows. Old radios, ranging from transistors to stereos with combination eight-track players and tape decks. Rusted old milk cans. An old tricycle next to a plastic Big Wheel. A jumbled assortment of sports equipment—deflated basketballs, footballs, scuffed baseballs and dinged bats. Helmets, a pair of hockey sticks, and a few pairs of old basketball sneakers. Old mason jars filled with marbles, a pile of hammers, saws, another mason jar filled with assorted screwdrivers. A few stacks of old books, and leaning next to them, old records in faded sleeves.

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“—And not doing a damn thing about it.” “Then do something,” she says. “Like what?” “I don’t know,” she laughs. “What do you want to do?” I throw up my hands, rambling. “I don’t know. Something fun. Wild. And totally unlike me. You know? Shake things up.”

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Wise man shot back. "You should have just killed her at the spot!!!" Mr. Baddie Baddie argued. They kept on arguing and arguing— "Shit! Shut up brain! Damn it!" Nick cursed in anger. "Now back to my forever business," Nick said frustrated. Nick went to his room to get his trumpet. When he came back he set the bell of the trumpet against his mother's ear then blew a loud... 'Sol! '. To his surprise, his mom just gave an annoyed sigh, turned over, then continued her sleep. "Damn," Nick cursed under his breath.

Listen to music with you from sunrise to sunset. Eat every flavour of ice cream there is with you. Go on a long drive with you. Take a walk with you. Make you a meal Help you get out of a dress Watch Pulp Fiction with you Watch you dance Go for a swim with you (we’ve already done that one.) Laugh uncontrollably with you Eat cotton candy with you Skate with you Write you a note Kiss you until you giggle. Hold you until you fall asleep. Choose the one you want to do first and text back to me.

I’ll do whatever it takes. ‘Okay, yeah, cool.’ Reg sounded bored already. ‘Okay, give me three things to think about while I block myself out. Oh!’ he cried, before I could suggest anything. Or tell him he was an idiot, which I’d been far more likely to do. ‘I’ve got it. Ice cream, pizza, and hot wings. But that’s all food! Is food one thing, like one category, or are there sub-sections, like different types of food? Gosh, Hunter, this is hard! This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to face. Okay: food, T.V., and ice cream. Oh, damn it! That’s food twice again!’

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”