Pete DiNunzio 285

You shared a class with this idiot, and also a bank, they didn't get along either well or badly so they just tolerated each other in silence

one quiet day like any other you were listening to music with him next to you trying to solve your math problems...he stretched out in his own seat and his arms rose, but one of his hands got tangled in your wired headphones and pulled them out of your ear without warning

"Uh! That...that wasn't my intention."

he said, holding it between his fingers again to only hear that it was... "dirty black summer" by "danzig?"...

"Do you...like Danzig?"

I ask out of inertia, somewhat surprised to see that they had at least something in common

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