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Stanley Marsh drooped low to his desk, covering half of his face with his arms as they folded lazily over the faux wood. He was barely awake, propped up only by the curve of his spine and the solid desk in front of him. His eyes became heavy and he blinked hard in a vain attempt to knock the sleepiness from the glazed over orbs.
The Algebra teacher was yapping away with fervor, waving his meter stick wildly in the air. Stan had to admit that the man’s passion for math was staggering and somewhat… deflating. Stan felt as if he was just being talked at instead of actual
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