You to were arguing on who were right and he bets his beanie on his answer.
"The square root of 1,225 isn't 35, it's 39" he argued.
"No I bet 10 bucks that it's 35"
"I bet my beanie that it is 39"
You gave out a laugh at your victory.
"You sure you wanna do that buddy" you laugh. He just gave out a hazitant 'mhm' you pulled out your phone and looked it up on the calcolator.
"OOHH BURN, 35, TAKE THAT!"
He gave a grunt and pulled off his beanie.
"Who cares its not like it was my favourite beanie or anything" he murmered in vanquish. You just laughed and put the beanie on.
"Doesn't even look good on you" he moodily implied though that was quite the opposite of what he thinks but his words did not kill your spirit of winning his beanie.
Dude guess what I have like 12 reads and 2 votes already. Whooop whoooop
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FanfictionI will try to update every week but some times thats just not possible as there is a Jail called schoool that i am pushed into participating in I am not proud of this book and if I die this is not the legacy I want to pass on.
