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“YoYoshiyama is nice and cute and all, but isn’t she a little over maternalistic?”

Goro had a bad habit of trying to smugly use difficult words. Kazuo, with his glazed over eyes as usual, looked down at the 20 centimeter shorter Goro.

“Hmmm, why’s that?”

“What? You don’t think so?”

Goro puffed himself up. Due to his red swollen face, he often looked like her was straining himself.

“Yoshiyama, She completely thinks we little babies. Huh! ‘Go wash your hands’ she says!”

“I guess…” mumbled Kazuo. With eyes that seemed stuck in a dream, he continued to leisurely wash his hands.

Kazuko, who had come back from throwing out the garbage behind the school building, put her hand on the door to the neighboring lab. This science lab was the room with all of the chemicals, so it had two doors, one from the classroom and another to the hallway. The one Kazuko was opening was the one from the classroom.

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“That’s good enough. I’ll take the trash out. You two, go wash your hands.”

“Oh, thanks…”

Kazuo and Goro walked off to the hallway sink. As she watched them walk away, Kazuko again, felt like laughing. The two of them were a truly funny pairing. Kazuo was tall and thin. Goro was short, fat and round. While both of them had good grades, Goro was a hard worker, if not a little too straight. On the other side, Kazuo was a dreamer. He seemed kind of vague and you never knew what he was thinking. He was a little creepy from time to time, too.

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[Edit] So, reading the next paragraph, they go to the bathroom, not to the hall sink…

she was right , she could help bring the change washington needed, by being an obnoxious ass!

schadenfreude!!!”

Mmmm Salt in wounds

So, Like I was just sitting the minding my own business when this old dude came up to me and offered me his shoe.

He was like, “This is my shoe. I’ll sell it to you for your sock.”

I was totally taken back, I mean, I’m used to people asking me for money, and I dole out my fair share, but I didn’t quite know how to react to this. So not needing to feign the confusion that I felt I replied, “Excuse me?”

“I said, ‘This is my shoe. I’ll sell it to you for your sock.’” He told me.

“Yeah, I got you the first time. But why? The shoe offers so much more protection that just my sock.”

Now he just stared at me as if I were a tropical fruit grown in a not quite tropical location. I could see him preparing himself for a schpeal, so I, in turn, prepared my self for his lecture. “Boy, you had best lern somthin. Dem shoes might protect your feet, but come winter, it don’t matter, you’re feet are frozen, you see, so why bother to protect them. And I’m keeping one of my shoes so I can protect the sock from getting wet, so boy just buy my shoe, it’s only one sock. ”

I was pleased with the brevity of his sermon so I told him that I would give him my socks. I was like, “Dude, I’ve got like 20 pairs back home, so you like can have both of my socks and you can keep your shoe to boot.” I smiled happily at my cute little pun but the old man frowned and shook his head.

“Boy, you ain’t hearin a word I say to you. I don’t want no charity. I offer this business deal to you. You buy my shoe with your sock. Take it or leave it. There’s a plenty of fishies in the see and by golly I’ll get me one of them. It’s a great deal boy! Shoes are expensive! Socks are cheap! You’ll be making a killing!”

So I gave in and gave him my sock, and he gave me his shoe. I figured I could trick him by leaving the shoe there but he called after me and squalled, “Boy! Don’t you be leaving you’re trash around.” Don’t ask me how I know that when he said “your” he really said “you’re.” I just do, and to be honest I believe it was the first time I actually heard someone say “you’re” when they meant “your.” I was pretty tripped out about the whole thing. So anyway he was ranting and raving about me being a boy that was raised by animals and that I shouldn’t litter, and that it was a crime and he could get the cops. So I picked up the shoe and threw it away.

I last saw the old guy walking away shaking his head and muttering something about damn kids that don’t know a good deal when they see one.

Now see, boy that’s why you should buy this shoe from me for your sock. Don’t be like me. I was a fool when I was a boy but I knows now.

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