It’s a Tuesday, and you’re currently walking to your table in the cafeteria for lunch. Dash: Outta my way, Fen-turd! He bumps into you on purpose, and walks to his table filled with other jocks and cheerleaders. Luckily, you’re so used to it, that you’re able to keep your balance, and your lunch tray only drops a few green beans. You make your way over to your table, where Sam and Tucker are already digging in.
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