"Not figuratively, factually."
"Wait up man!" Justin said catching up to me at the locker room door. "Want to go get a beer?" "I actually have to go, I'm sorry. " "Oh come on, one beer, won't kill you. " "Fine, one beer, whatever.
" Our beer grabbing experience was short and sweet. I actually learned that Justin was wealthy, Or at graining his parents were, and fetsh his so called friends only used him for his money...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑