Otis Whiten

"Your gonna read to an old guy?" cried Otis's roomate, cracking up.

"Well, I thought it would be cool, I thought that maybe I could use some of my time to read to someone else. It will probably help me you know, choose my career. And the old guy, Justin I think, could help me. I just hope he likes me..."

Otis's roomate raised his eyebrows and his mouth pressed together as he tried hard not to burst out laughing. "Have fun dude." he said as he slauntered to his room.

Otis was left alone. He looked around the room and wondered if it really was a good idea, because his roomate seemed to think not.

The End

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