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Gold Bubbles
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Gina "Check it out! My entire outfit is fireproof. The shirt, pants, jacket, shoes, and now the mittens. I can light myself up with zero consequences!" To demonstrate my point, I ignite my entire body. There's an initial feeling of body heat being sucked away, before the warm flames envelop me. Ann and Logan crowd in closer for warmth. After about ten seconds of enjoying the heat, I extinguish myself.
Ann "They look really nice! I love that red too. It really goes well with your hair."
Gina "Why, thank you."
Ann "I guess this puts a definitive end to the mitten bets though. That's a shame. It was starting to become a tradition."
Gina "Oh boo-fucking-hoo! I go through crates of mittens every year, and you two jerks make a game of guessing how many I'll smoke. The mitten bets ending is the best fucking part of this gift!"
Logan, the traitor, lets out a comically large sigh. Ann offers a half-hearted shrug. Sometimes I really hate these people I greatly cherish.
Ann "Well, I guess you win this year, Logan. I'll get change at the concessions stand, and pay you before the movie starts."
Logan "We d-d-doubled it to f-forty this year."
Ann "Yeah, yeah... Thanks for the reminder." Ann grumbles that last line.
Gina "Come on guys, step up your pace! We're getting front row seats for this flick."
Ann "What? No way! The front seats are awful. We should sit in the back."
Gina "Nope! If I'm letting you and Logan drag me to anime trash, then I'm at least picking our seats."
Ann "You wanted to see this movie too! Don't act like your taste is any better!"
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