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Gabe's first week of High School, and a rare encounter with an elusive beast:
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| Greetings Gabe. I am your high school guidance counselor! | |
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| I can usually be found in my office, balanced precariously on this colorful ball. Knock loudly; the door is triple-thick plated steel. | |
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| So... I guess you'll be helping me make important decisions about my future? | |
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| No. The ball thing is pretty much it. Well, see ya. Good luck! | |
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