Stanley Marsh
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I hate you. I hate you so much. I don't necessarily have a reason for it, but I do.
Me and you have been enemies for as long as we can remember. Maybe academic rivals? All I know is that we bicker all of the time.
I hold up my test paper, showing with a smirk that I got a 98 on my essay.
"Let's see what you got, dumbass."