Har har.

How could it look jumping on the road?

Really stupid. Nevertheless, I reacted quickly:

“Perhaps, depending how much time you spent in Hoenn or before the TV.”

“Yes, you must be Mark, Eastwind,” She gave a forced laugh “one of the Hoenn trios.”
Obviously not charismatic. Why is she a reporter?
“Foursome now, but yes.”
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What does that even mean?
I saw his door’s lock light green, so I moved out of the way.
“Oh my god…Saif, what the hell? Were you sleeping in that?” I gasped, eying the weird combination of nerdy-fitting cloths.
A black belt, a white Elvis shirt with ten zippers, a black baseball cap hanging loosely on his head, cyan torn jeans…all in a bundle.
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I like how sarcastic he is. (/sarcasm}
Its interior was a circle of water; pinpointed center was the city’s gym, what was wrong in making it a submarine gym or in some watery cave...or any other vague suggestion my brain pops up. In short, it was the most bizarre city I’ve ever seen…
You and me both, pal. I relate to Mark easily, that’s strange.
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