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The Is Some Money For Some Gummies, Please?

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"Lemme borrow some money for some gummies, please?," said Lewis, his clear voice breaking through Sylvester 's thoughts about the football tryouts. Being a severely demanding football coach, Mr. Tyler forced any veterans athletes interested in being the football team to undergo the tryouts as if they were the freshman. It was one of many methods to weed out those who hadn 't been training during the summer, and while Sylvester had no problems with it, no one has told him when the tryouts were going to be held, and not even a hair belonging to Coach Tyler has shown itself. He had been thinking about asking Ethan about that when Lewis asked for the money. Sylvester knew better than to fork over the money when Lewis clearly expected him to get the bag of sugar dusted gummies too. Letting out a small sigh, Sylvester got up from his seat and began to walk toward the vending machine with the question of the whether it should be watermelon slices or peach rings. It wasn 't until he was a few feet away he noticed who was bending over the drinking fountain. For a moment, Sylvester felt his lungs curling in itself, and his alveoli shriveling. He became all too aware of his movements and bringing a leg forward felt mechanical. His limbs felt like planks of wood connected by stripper bolts to equally stiff chest, and all Sylvester could worry about was if he looked natural as he stood in front of the vending machine. He turned around to glare at Lewis, who was trying to look as innocent

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