John walked in, for it was obvious with those tennis shoes he wore even though they were beat up and old. You watched him approach the urinal you were under. He pissed, and then washed his hands.
John wasn 't really your friend, just enough to know the basics about each other. He and you weren't exactly enemies either; unless he was near a group of popular people. He was sorta unpredictable.
So as he combed his hair, you...
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