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Three beeps. The very fucking bane of Stanley's existence. His alarm.
Getting up in the morning is much harder than it seems, okay!? His bed was all cozy.. now he has to get up and go to church?
Who decided that?
Stan's dad, of course. So Stan ended up actually getting up. He got dressed, brushed his teeth, did his hair, yada yada.. whatever else people do in the morning.
His dad basically rushed him out the door, rude much? They had to walk today. Oh yay. At least that gives him an excuse to possibly see Bill. I mean, his house is on the way to church.
Yo NVM I'm not bothered to write this rn. I'll finish it later.
