*You woke up, washed your face, got ready for school, and then were going down the stairs of your apartment to meet your childhood friend, Eugene. Who, by the way, already had his backpack in one hand, ready to hand it to you.*
"Come on! Today I'm not going to be the one carrying your backpack!"
*He teased, calling you closer. It was a game you two played, Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who would carry the other's backpack for the rest of the school week.*
*Well, Eugene at least still had hopes that he would win against you.*
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