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[A young man enters wearing a quietly smug look and a name tag on his chest bearing the phrase "HELLO, BELIEVERS! MY NAME IS:". The tag is tired-looking and slightly worn at the edges, the name penned onto it already well on its way to being rubbed illegible.]
Like self indulgence is this big secret. [He brings a hand up to peel the tag off, looking at it as it rests in his palm.]
I guess the bad boys and girls are the only ones who have what it takes to get what they want, anymore.
Like self indulgence is this big secret. [He brings a hand up to peel the tag off, looking at it as it rests in his palm.]
I guess the bad boys and girls are the only ones who have what it takes to get what they want, anymore.