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Since was being alone a bad thing? A few people may get hurt along the way, but who cares.

Max: Call me Max, Max Graham. I was born on September 5th, 2001. I'm 4'11, black hair, brown eyes, and I have the smallest IQ in all of Texas.  Luckily, I have a friend, his name is-

???: Max!! Let me tell you what just happened this morning.

Max: Oh no...

???: That bixch gave me a 95 on the test. She took off 5 points just because I misspelled some dumb word.

Max: Is that all??

???: I accidentally cussed her out, she saw it coming. It's not my fault the woman is paralyzed from the waist down and wears the same GoodWill clothes she found back in 1705.

Max: She does wear the same plaid shirt every day, and it still doesn't fit.

(they both walk down their high school hallways, trying to pass time until their last period)

???: Exactly, but get this, The old man is lending me his truck, wanna go get some food after school?

Max: Sure, see you then.

(a strong ringing noise is slowly being heard from Max's ears as the jail cell opens)

The Officer: Maybe before you go killing people close to you, staying away from everyone is the best.

(the policeman would lock Max away, leaving him surrounded by workers, wearing all white, as he sat alone in this unknown padded room)

Max: It wasn't me... It was Liraz..     (pronounced La-res.) (meaning: "my secret" Hebrew)