“Get off of me!” I hiss.
“So you can kick me again? I don’t think so.” My body squirms underneath him. This is humiliating. “You’re going to listen to me, and then I don’t care what you do. I am not the enemy. The enemies are the Institute goons in black with guns, and the pale white sickos with body parts stuck in their teeth. You and I, we’re the grey in the middle. We’re on the same team; we’re friends.”
“I am not your friend.”
“Fine! We’re on the same team.”
“So you can kick me again? I don’t think so.” My body squirms underneath him. This is humiliating. “You’re going to listen to me, and then I don’t care what you do. I am not the enemy. The enemies are the Institute goons in black with guns, and the pale white sickos with body parts stuck in their teeth. You and I, we’re the grey in the middle. We’re on the same team; we’re friends.”
“I am not your friend.”
“Fine! We’re on the same team.”
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