HT100 Challenge #91: Hey, babe, what's your sign?
Word Count - 100
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"Hey, Chris, what's your sign?" Toby laced his hands behind his head and stared at nothing. He was incredibly bored, waiting for his next nightmare.
"Uh, let me think - Do Not Enter, or wait, Yield. Yeah. That's it." Chris laughed.
Toby bit his lower lip. Yield, huh? "Your astrological sign."
"How the fuck can I know?"
Toby reached for the newspaper that he'd memorized. "I'm a Libra. Mine says, 'Avoid a new romantic interest. More than your heart will be broken.'"
"No shit?" Chris came close and leaned. "You believe that crap?"
Toby inhaled deeply. "Fuck no."
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"Hey, Chris, what's your sign?" Toby laced his hands behind his head and stared at nothing. He was incredibly bored, waiting for his next nightmare.
"Uh, let me think - Do Not Enter, or wait, Yield. Yeah. That's it." Chris laughed.
Toby bit his lower lip. Yield, huh? "Your astrological sign."
"How the fuck can I know?"
Toby reached for the newspaper that he'd memorized. "I'm a Libra. Mine says, 'Avoid a new romantic interest. More than your heart will be broken.'"
"No shit?" Chris came close and leaned. "You believe that crap?"
Toby inhaled deeply. "Fuck no."
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