“Yo! You home?”

I looked up as Robbie stepped into the kitchen. “Do you ever knock?”

He smiled. “I’ll knock when you lock your front door.”

I blinked. “Fair enough. Good timing, though.”

“What’s up?”

“I’m starting my own business, and I need help choosing a name. I can’t come up with anything I like, so I figured I’d get another opinion.”

“Sure. What kind of business?” He sat down beside me.

“Martial arts supplies. Now, the first one I thought of was…”

“Nah. No good.”

I looked at him. “But I…”

“Keep going.”

“Well, then I thought…”

“Nope. Sucks.”

“How about…”

“Already taken.”

“What about…”

“Isn’t that copyrighted?”

“Can I finish a single sentence?” I asked, getting very frustrated.

“Sure.” He smirked. “Once you come up with something that doesn’t totally suck.”

My head started to hurt. “Well, if I don’t tell you my ideas, how…”

“You wrote them down. I read them while you told me what kind of business it was.”

I hate speed readers. Something told me this would be a long day.

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