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[ Yusuf would argue that so long as you know who the characters are in the story, you can largely bullshit your way through a term paper with enough talk of existentialism (his go-to reason for anything in any story..... ever) but he knows better. ] Sweet, but misplaced.
[ When the crinkling of his hand in the bag is louder than Eames' inevitable reply, Yusuf pops the puffed snack in his mouth and glances at the other. Eames is looking at the last cheeto in his hand like its important, and Yusuf is about to offer him the bag if it really makes him that depressed when something less associated with teenaged bravado and more related to brotherly camaraderie stops him. ]
You, [ Lacking the finess of someone who doesn't know Eames as well as Yusuf does, he nudges the other teen with his foot. ] Whats the face for? I've got my old sophomore final, if you need it.
[ Not that he should since he's been in this class twice... ]
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