"You see, Wes. It wasn't really my fault that I got an F on my Algebra test. An evil zombie dog ate my book so I couldn't study." I frowned at myself in the mirror, wrinkling my nose. "Crap. That ain't gonna work." I muttered, folding my arms over my chest and wondering how I was supposed to break it to Wes that I was flunking Algebra
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