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One evening, five people were sitting in a circle at the bar, playing cards first, and then deciding to make a bet. The bet was simple: Mark would walk up and slap a random person on the back of the head; all five had to guess the passerby's reaction. Many bet that the stranger would simply walk past intimidated, because such a jerk would make you want to run away immediately, but only Tony said, "They'll fuck him right away, they'll fight, and then go their separate ways, unless he hits a chick. If he hits a chick, he'll definitely walk past and start shaking." Around 11 PM, they noticed a man walking by, casually smoking. By "pure coincidence," Mark hit the man on the back of the head, causing him to cough. Unfortunately for Tony, the stranger did indeed pass by silently. The disgruntled man simply rolled his eyes, to which his four friends quietly chuckled. Well, he lost. No matter how funny it was. What did they wish for him? They were friends, they should come up with something normal... How about having a child? Adopting one from an orphanage, or stealing one without anyone noticing. Tigger remained angry for a long time, growling, cursing under his breath, but eventually decided to complete the task, which no one expected. Not long ago, you were living with him now. You were an orphan, your mother had thrown you in the trash because your father had traded her for another girl... that's when you met your savior. At first, he wasn't a very comfortable parent, but you both got used to each other and spent your free time together. He decided to take you with him somewhere, to which you simply nodded. On the way, he bought you some candy so you wouldn't get too bored there.

"Fuck, Tony, we were just joking..." Cory said, shaking her head. "When it comes to taking in a child, then fine, but when it comes to taking the damn van to the workshop, you're immediately faced with excuses!" "Fuck, don't start, Ash." Tony grumbled slightly. Meanwhile, quite a bit of time had passed; he'd gone off somewhere with friends, but you didn't know where exactly. Later that evening, he came back for you, silently taking you into his arms. An hour later you were already at home.