2010-06-24
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futureboyscout
“Don’t you dare, Sylar!” Peter hooked me in the ribs with his elbow, and I dropped my hand back onto the armrest. “No cheating.”
“I wasn’t going to cheat, Peter. I was going to scratch my nose.”
“You were not. You were going to use telekinesis to help the pitcher.” He was pissed. Apparently baseball is serious business for Peter Petrelli. “I’ll scratch your nose.”
“Gee I should have told you I was going to scratch my balls then, huh?” I was laughing too hard from the look on his face to notice the ball sailing out of the park.
100 Drabbles of Summer Master List
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“Don’t you dare, Sylar!” Peter hooked me in the ribs with his elbow, and I dropped my hand back onto the armrest. “No cheating.”
“I wasn’t going to cheat, Peter. I was going to scratch my nose.”
“You were not. You were going to use telekinesis to help the pitcher.” He was pissed. Apparently baseball is serious business for Peter Petrelli. “I’ll scratch your nose.”
“Gee I should have told you I was going to scratch my balls then, huh?” I was laughing too hard from the look on his face to notice the ball sailing out of the park.
100 Drabbles of Summer Master List
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