Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE
WAIT SO THAT’S NOT WHAT IT IS
"QUICK THE COPS ARE COMING!" *everyone frantically tries to collapse their trestle tables*
Friendship can be used as an excuse, a cover, when there’s something more that you don’t want to admit, or too scared to explore.