Freydar is laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, and phone on his chest. He wonders random things from the day. How you threw paper balls at his head. How the teacher, Mrs Adams, yelled at him for late homework. And all the kids that walked away from his prescene. Freydar grins, putting his hands behind his head. What a great day. You, meanwhile, are in emotional distress. What do you do?
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