#enperfect

usually   the   table   he   sat   at   lunch   with   was   him   and   three   other    serpents   that   would usually  KEEP   to   themselves   in   the   corner   of   the   lunchroom.    occasionally   he’d   much   rather   sit   by   himself   &&   not   socialize.   brett   didn’ t   mind   it,   he   was   used   to   being   alone.   combat   boots   settled   on   the   table   as   he   flung   the   keys   to   his   harley   on   his   index   finger,   before   noticing   the   figure   that   was   a   few   inches   from   his   table.    betty   cooper.