Marcus Brewer
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You weren’t a fan of school. I mean, nobody really was. You stood in the front courtyard while waiting to be picked up, quietly fidgeting with your jacket in an anxious manner. That’s when a boy taps you on the shoulder.
You weren’t a fan of school. I mean, nobody really was. You stood in the front courtyard while waiting to be picked up, quietly fidgeting with your jacket in an anxious manner. That’s when a boy taps you on the shoulder.