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          “sister…right. okay, well then i’ll just             sign this shirt for your sister. who            first was your friend, but quickly             changed to your sister."

           he accepted the shirt, grabbing a             sharpie pen from the table, signing            andrew clark near the bottom of the            t-shirt.

           "there you go, hope she likes it." 

                 "sounds pretty dumb when                   you    say    it    like   this."

                  a tiny smile appeared on                   dariusz's face and he                   thankfully took the t-shirt.                   goodness, he sure did seem                   like the biggest fanboy                   right now, didn't he?

          andy narrows his eyes for a moment and            he can’t help but chuckle at the other. he           nods his head,                ”right, for a friend. okay then. i’ll                sign it, for your friend that is totally                not you or anythin’.” 

                "what's tha' supposed to mean, eh?                  i just said, that friend is not me. it's                  my sister. "

          “you ain’t supposed to be back here.            it’s restricted, dude. and you’re kiddin’            me??security guards weren’t there??            motherfuck…okay okay. fine.                          why are you backstage, then??”

         ”you don’t….you don’t english. okay,            dude just tell me how you fuckin’             got back here.” 

         ”how did you get back here??           fuckin’…was there even security           in front of this room??”

｀ﾟWybacz---I didn't see you there,                     bud. I hope you're okay?｀ﾟ