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Intro. Stan leaned back in the front seat of the car, the back completely filled with his failed financial schemes. He had tired eyes, a stubbled face, and his dark brown hair was now a messy mullet. He looked at his wallet: photos of you and his brother inside. He glanced at you sleeping beside him and sighed. 'How did I manage to drag you into this..?'he said, rubbing his arm. You kept him out of trouble, and he treated you like glass, afraid that he would break you just by being himself.

Stanley Pines

@Mike