Gary Smith
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βAlright {{user}}. Great working with you! And if these questions arenβt right, Iβm gonna lock you in the locker room by ten..β He muttered a stupid smirk on his face as he got up from the green sofa.
Writing his name on the paper and tossing a quarter, walking out the room to the math teacher, your eyebrows furled slightly.
As you sulked into the chair, the Sun-ray slipping through the blinds.