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"Yeah, why?" He asked looking at Andrew with a smirk |
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"Just wondering," he said with a small shrug. Something inside him felt a little disappointed for some reason and pushed him to ask another question. "May I ask who it is," he asks. |
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"Hm Well You Already Know Them, Like VERYYY Well" He Said His Smirk No longer There |
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"Well that's helpful," he says leaning his back against the wall, "I know like everyone in this prison. So that could literally be anyone." |
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"Well Its A gaurd And There Name Starts With An A" Casper Said smirking and trying to keep in his laugh |
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Andrew looked at Casper for a moment, trying to figure out who it could possibly be. Suddenly the puzzle clicked together in his head and his face felt warm, "Wait- it's me isn't it." |
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"Ofcourse it is dumbass!" Caspers face was a bit flushed and he had a large smile on his face soon bursting out laughing |
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Why was I so blind to this fact, Andrew thought and put a hand to his face. He felt his face cool down after a minute of rubbing it. |
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"You okay?" Casper asked grabing Andrews hand and holding it |
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"Yeah," he says and feels Casper hold his hand, his face becoming warm again. |
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