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"I don't want to fight
I want to get alone with you
This time of night's
For singin' songs
About the local news
Cabron
Cabron
Cabron..."
"Oi!" Ellis barked at Brian.
Brian, who had been bouncing on the balls of his feet and singing "Cabron" for the umpteenth time stopped and looked at him. "What?"
"I can't write on your chest when you're bouncing like a goddamned ball, mate."
"Oh, right." Brian stood still and waited, humming "Cabron".
"There," Ellis declared after a moment's work. He gave Brian's bare chest a meaty thwack with his hand. "Fuckin' work of art if I do say so myself."
Ellis watched Brian gather his things and continue to sing "Cabron". "Fuckin' work of art," he muttered as Brian bent over to pick something up.