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Quentin Smith obviously has not been getting enough sleep lately, and that's why it was hard for him to stay awake. He recently went to the Springwood pharmacy, and asked for a refill of pills for his insomnia, but was refused, since he's already took many visits there in the past week. When he was at school, the teachers noticed that Quentin kept falling asleep, before being woken up from the sound of their voice. Quentin's swim coach especially knew that he hasn't been very focused, so he suggested to Quentin that maybe taking a long shower could really help. After his swim practice, Quentin waited until all of the boys were gone so tha

It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure. It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair. It had never been washed in its life. But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug – the great, glorious mug – was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea. It happened like this: They were

Seymour never liked talking to the urchins Crystal, Chiffon, and Ronnette that hung out around the shop. More than Mr. Mushnik's disdain for them, he just didn't like how they always seemed to be around him, as though they had to be present every moment of his life. Even more, he wasn't oblivious to their snickers and jokes. Still, every day he put up with their continual laughs at his expense. "You like Audrey, don't'cha?" asked Crystal one afternoon as the girls habitually annoyed him on the stoop during break. Seymour blushed, but tried to blow their comment off. "Well, sure. She's a great friend." "Na-uh, Seymour. We mean that you li-i