Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-28578706-20170215042237/@comment-28511184-20170216135548

Taylor slid a bottle of water to Clark.

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Clark took it, opened it, and drank it.

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"You're loosening up, Clark. Where's that fighter inside you?"

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"Mom said I couldn't see dad until he was out of jail." Clark put the water bottle to his lips.

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"But you, Clark, what's happening?" Taylor grew concerned. "Are you going to let some dude push you around?"

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"No." Clark huffed.

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"Are you going to let someone take your girl?" Taylor glared into Clark's eyes, "You're a streetfighter, it requires mental and physically stability."

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"I don't know. She has like 3 other guys looking into her, I don't have a chance." Clark ran his hand through his hair again. "I can't do this."

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"Hell yes you can, and hell yes you are." Taylor walked out of the room.

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Clark sipped the rest of his water.