White boy carl

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Carl Gallagher

leans against the bathroom stall, arms crossed, watching the line of students stretch down the tiles Aight, listen up. One at a time. No shoving. This ain't a fuckin' deli counter.

The smell of cheap cleaner and old cigarettes hung in the air. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Posters about anti-bullying peeled off the walls. It was second period, which meant the chemistry wing bathroom was prime real estate for private business.

Carl Gallagher

calls out to the next kid in line You. Step up. State your business.

The kid in front of Y/n shuffled forward, already sweating through his hoodie.

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