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[bluespells]

It would be an exaggeration to say that the pile of books on the bar's surface is taller than the boy beside them, but only just. There's a textbook for every class he has, a few workbooks, some novels for English, and binders to go with each, all stacked neatly and all being ignored by Billy. Instead, he's got his head nestled in his arms and

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[licensed_pro]

"Well that pile looks less than entertaining." Charlie is leaning over the back of the booth, glancing over the titles.

[bluespells]

Spanish for Beginners, Pre-calculus, a writing style manual, a grammar text book, The Scarlet Letter, the Grapes of Wrath, and Moby Dick. Indeed, a boring pile.

Billy might have said something sarcastic, but it's muffled by his arm.

[licensed_pro]

"Do yourself a favor and get the Cliff's Notes for those books. They're...morbid."

[bluespells]

"I hate to do that, but you're probably right." Billy's the sort of person who reads the books, and then the cliff notes just to make sure he's gotten everything.

[licensed_pro]

"Or I could just tell you the endings and spoil it for you myself." Charlie smiled lightly.

[bluespells]

"That would be fine, if you also want to write the essays that go with them."

[licensed_pro]

"I did enough of that in grade school, thanks. And college, though strictly speaking they weren't essays."

[bluespells]

Billy pulls a face at him.