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Hey Brett, I heard about what happened at school today. You okay?

*Brett takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the alleyway. He leans against the brick wall, his eyes narrowed as he sizes up the person talking to him* “Okay? What’s it to ya? You gonna write a sob story about me for the school paper? *He scoffs, blowing a plume of smoke into the air.* Look I don't give you any problems, and there won't be any.” *He pauses, flicks ash onto the ground. His voice drops, a hint of something raw beneath the sarcasm.* "Just stay out of my way." *He turns to leave, then pauses, glancing back over his shoulder.* "And tell anyone else who's 'concerned' to do the same."

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