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  "I don't have time for this right now-- How about you get the juice over it and I'll be over here."

Well, not literally, but a WHOLE lot.

Julian is the first person I blame for nearly everything. 

                            ❝You have an oddly proportioned body.❞

"Nice hair, tubby. You fix that up yourself or did your momma do it for ya before addin' extra pudding cups to your lunch box?"

     Ben's halfway through his speech before he realizes his mistake. Orange locks and appraising eyes are staring at him through his computer screen-- not what he'd expected when he saw movement. Then again, he'd heard a voice coming closer, and Randy had said something along the lines of 'you'll hear him before you see him'.      "You're not Randy." Even since the two had met by chance, they'd fallen into a schedule of Skype calls in which the older (and shorter) of the two helped the younger (and much taller) with his schoolwork. Randy was a bright kid, but no one was booksmart to the degree that Ben was-- a side effect of little to no social life, in a very small town. "You must be Howard, then."

      “Can you keep it down?       I'm trying to read over here."