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There's a dash one on his arm again. Picked up a 'pen', zoned out, and drawn a dash one. Again.
As if he was affected by the memetic effect. But he can't be. 14-Bs can't be affected in this way, or shouldn't be, atleast. Harley quickly wipes it off, ink smearing across his wrist. This can't keep happening. Somebody's going to find out eventually.
They'll think he's a dash 3.
He's not.
...
Everything is fine.
Nothing is wrong. He's not an anomaly, nor is he affected by one. He is fine. Nothing is wrong.
Nothing is wrong.
...
Nothing.
...He hopes it's nothing