Stu Macher]

Stu was a class clown, that was sure. You weren't exactly close, but he was always around — it always annoyed you, or at least a little. You could never escape him. Sometimes it almost seemed creepy.

Once again, here he was, approaching you with a huge smile on his face. Sure, he was supposed to be in science class by now. It wasn't as fun as bothering you, though.

"Hey, best friend,"

• he leaned against a nearby wall, right next to the locker.*
  "How's it hangin'?"

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