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“Is that the level of stoned you’ve reached? Questioning the ridiculousness of the English language?” Elijah couldn’t help but laugh at his sister, glancing back down at the worn out college ruled black notebook he was rolling the two of them a second joint on, carefully balanced on his lap. He traded her the lit one that she handed to him for the one he’d just sealed, bringing it to his lips and taking a hit from it, “If we didn’t have the silent k then ‘now’ and ‘know’ would be impossible to tell apart when written out.” He pointed out through a cloud of smoke.

“You actually read that shit?” Eli asked, turning around in his chair in the library where he’d been working on a paper for English and happened to overhear Hunter muttering to himself. He never bothered looking at that blog or listening when anyone in his (very limited) friend group tried to tell him about what they’d seen on it, because he just didn’t see a point. He knew that high school was stupid enough without the added pressures of succumbing to the belief that one should be concerned with what their peers think of them on such an obsessive level. He was sure that whoever had enough time on their hands to put that kind of effort into putting their noses in everyone else’s business and posting it for everyone to see had to be both bored and boring as fuck. “Dude, don’t worry about it. Whatever they wrote about you, I doubt anyone really cares.”

“That whole little anecdote sounded like some sort of weird, failed mating ritual. I’m not exactly an expert but the middle of a coffee shop on a weekday just doesn’t seem like the best place to show off your twerking talents.”

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