a short story of a boy named junior

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I knew Junior. 

Well, that's wrong. I knew things about Junior. 

I knew he hated Jake. 

That was the thing I knew most about him. For as much as I hung out with Jake never did I hang out with Junior. My friends were his friends, but I wasn't his.

I didn't think much about Junior. Jake hated him so I had no interest anyways. Why be friends with someone your best friend hates?

It was hard to tell the two were even related. Jake liked art a lot, he didn't have any friends beside me, he was overall a little awkward. Junior was the opposite. Popular, athletic, social, you name it.

Moral of the story is they aren't the same. 

And the one thing I will swear is, I do not. At all. Like Junior Wheeler.

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