Austin Flegel stood proudly, the cloth in his shirt flailed very wildly.
The rock on his foot was a torch of unimaginable pain but he continued to stand because he was incredibly vain.
How long should he stand this excruciating torture? A strict tap on his foot-- he has such a bad posture.
That's fucking great-- it starts to rain and he feels droplets as they trickle.
Like a stream of gloom as he realised his name was Austin Flegel.
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