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“What a creeper”.
I rolled my eyes in exasperation at my sister Charlie’s observation of the boy that was leaning up against the door opposite our classroom. Long black and white dreadlocks hung down around a face that I couldn’t look away from. His brown eyes were heavily coated with the blackest of eye shadow and eyeliner, his neck was covered with silver chains of various origins and his nails were perfectly painted with a French manicure. His tall, lean frame was propped up next to the classroom door that his twin brother was getting out of in a few minutes. He shook his dreads
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Kill me if you want, I DON'T GIVE A FLYING GUSTAV!
Bill is a MAN, THOSE PANTS ARE NOT LYING!!!
Gustav also has CHOCOLATE THUNDER,'WATCHA!
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