Sometimes, he thought he was cool.
Mostly, he thought he was lame.
Usually, he didn’t even care.
And as he walked down the hallway, sneakers too dirty to even leave a mark on the just-waxed floor, Ben Connelly sort of fell into all three categories. The cigarette made him cool, the hair made him lame, and, well… usually, he didn’t even care.
He was
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