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Imagine: Harley when you threaten her. You looked over at Harley who seemed to be surveying her surroundings to try and find the quickest way to escape. "Hey, Quinzel!"You shouted to get her attention. The clown turned around with a flirtatious smile."Yeah, pumpkin?" "If you try to escape I'll put a bullet through your head faster than you can say puddin'."You threatened pointing your gun at her. "You sure about that?"Harley giggled cocking her baseball bat like a gun.
