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Gus n' Bone

“Long time no see, chub-zilla.”
“That’s magical Bone, thanks for that,”Gus replied dryly.
“Same ol’ prude, I’ve got plenty more-”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“-fatzilla.”

Gus gaped up at Bone from the bench outside Westing High’s entrance. Whereas Gus hadn’t grown an inch, Bone was now half a foot taller than last year – he towered over most of the kids streaming into the school.

“You know Bone, I was thinking.”
“Oh yeah?”
Gus took a breath of the crisp September air – it felt like a new beginning.
“We have a fresh start this year. Are we really gonna dick around high school the same as middle school?”
“Middle school killed, Gus. We caused mondo troubles for all. I knew you’d turn soft this summer.”

The tragedy was that Gus had every intention to follow through and actually do something at high school. But as he stared into Bone’s flat, expectant face, something wiped it all away.

Gus lept and wrestled Bone into a figure four leg lock right on the cement. Red-faced and locked between Gus’ legs, Bone smiled.

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