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He smiled before his mouth quickly straightened out into a line. “Now now sami, you don’t need to have that sort of attitude with me; a friend.” He pulled out his phone, humming a soft chorus as he scrolled through his contacts. “red rover, red rover i can send strowman right over.” The Miz held his thumb over a random contact, though who really knew whether or not it was Braun. “I am your friend Sami, not the sort of best friend but a friend nonetheless and whether or not you want to keep me as that friend is up to you.”

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        For a moment Sami was TAKEN ABACK  by the response.  This guy really considered him… a friend? He was about to believe it  he immediately brought his mind back to reality      their history was terrible and Miz was a troubled individual…. there’s no way they could be “friends”     they were FAR from it, in fact.   In a short fit of anger Sami smacked the phone out of the other’s hands without watching it hit the ground in a splatter.  This would definitely add on to his list of bitter enemies but at this point Sami could care less.      “Save it. I’m not in the mood for this right now.”      Surprisingly enough, the malice that desperately tries to claw its way into his words finds no home, a calm sort of warning lacing the statement.      “It’s nothing personal.”