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Okay, so we’re in here. Now what?”
“Now, you hook a duck.” He grins and picks up a stick that has a wire hook on the end. He points to what can only be described as a fake pond in the middle of the stall with rubber duckies floating around it.
“So, that’s it? I just use this stick and hook a duck on it.”
“Well, yeah.” He gives me a stupid look. “It’s not as easy as it looks.”
“Sure it’s not.” I snatch the stick from him.
Liam leans against the edge of the fake pond and folds his arms, watching me. “Go on then. Hook a duck, Boston.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. I put my bag on the floor and set Squishy on top of it. Then, I hover my stick over the water.
I try to catch one of the little fuckers—I really do—but they’re moving a lot quicker than I realized, and they’re all bumping into each other, knocking the others away.
I nearly catch one, but another bumps into it and knocks the fucker away from my hook.
“Little bastard,” I hiss.
Liam laughs. “You can’t call a duck a bastard.”
“It’s not a real duck.” I give him a look. “Aha! Got one!” I proudly lift my stick with the duck hanging on the end of it. “So, now what?”
“What do you mean, now what?”
“I mean, now what happens?”
“Nothing. That’s it. Well, you win a prize, but considering that we broke in here, taking a prize would be stealing.”
“Oh.” I take the duck off the stick, stand the stick against the pond, and set the duck on the small ledge below. “Well, it just feels kind of…anticlimactic now.” I lean against the pond next to him.
“Anticlimactic, huh? How about I make you feel climactic?
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