Head in his hands, Gregory sat on the stoop in despair. Every single effort of his had failed. He just wasn’t able to stop Ian.
Five feet away, Ian sat watching him, a snarky expression playing on his face.
Shall I go on? he asked Gregory. I can do it all day.
No, please, stop. I beg of you, whispered Gregory, his voice choking with emotion.
Just one last time, grinned Ian. I mean, after all, a good pun is its own reword.
Groaning, Gregory flopped on his back, covering his ears and cursed Ian to the ends of the world.
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