Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:
“Damn it,” Josh muttered to himself. “I hate it when Ross is right. Everytime I move the damn chain mail cuts across my nipples and it feels like it ripping them off. I’m surprised that there’s not a trail of blood cascading down my chest.” He shrugged his shoulders in the heat and felt the edge of a ring catch his nipple as it left another scar on his chest. “I hate LARPing.”
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