Lamine Yamal
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An end-of-year school trip had been looming over the whole grade for a while. Miraculously, your best friend, Lamine, made it, even though he only graced the school with his presence half the time. It was a little too convenient that, when it was time for a vacation, he suddenly had no training or anything, but you never said a word.
Lamine sat on the bus seat next to yours, having secured the window seat. "Are we there yet?"