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A troupe of teenage drama-acting-theatre-singing-dancing-dream lovers are hanging out after a Friday night’s performance of their high school play.  I believe they were going to Boston Pizza, figuring out who would carpool with who.

A small group of close friends decided, or I suppose should say assumed that they would be travelling together.  This is because they always travelled together.  On the way out of the door, a mild acquaintance named Mark shout/asked, ‘Hey guys!  Can I get a ride with you guys?’ The closer group of friends, rarely hanging out with Mark outside of school-based socializing, was surpsied he asked but was absolutely more than happy to respond, ‘Of course!  Get over here you big goof!’

So the newly-shaped group got into the car and went to BP’s.

The group then joined the rest of the troupe and ate at a big long table with people from all different highschool grades and enjoyed the socializing outside of school and felt good about being allowed to say things like swears and liked pizza and the ones old enough got beers and everyone smiled and there were no smaller group distinctions and everyone was happy and at the end of the night Mark couldn’t find his wallet.

‘Hey guys, where’s my wallet?’ asked Mark.  No one knew, becase it definitely wasn’t inside of the restaurant.  ‘Hey, you mind if we check your car?’

The boy who drove him didn’t mind.

The two of them checked all over the car and the wallet was no where to be found, unfortunatley for Mark.  Mark seemed upset, but didn’t really say anything at all.  Mark was a very quite, but mostly just an odd guy.  No one ever knew what he was thinking – he was quite weird.  He was also about six-foot-three.  The wallet wasn’t found, and Mark was driven home by someone else, perhaps the person who ended up having to pay for his portion of the pizza.

About three weeks later Mark’s original driver was hanging out with some other friends and a girl sitting in the back seat found a wallet.  ‘Hey, whos wallet is this?’

‘Oh wow!  That must be Mark’s wallet!’ proclaimed the driver.  ‘Let’s go return it to him, I know where he lives.  He lost it about three weeks ago, he’ll be excited to get it back.’

They drove to Mark’s house and the boy driver and the girl and the other friend went to the front door and rung the bell.  Mark’s siter answered and said ‘I’ll go get him.’  Then Mark came up the stairs and came to the door.

‘Mark!’ said the girl, ‘Look!  We found your wallet!’

She handed him the wallet.

He vaguely smiled and said, ‘Thanks.’

There was a silence.

‘Well?’ said the girl, ‘We just found and returned your wallet!  Aren’t you excited?!’  To which Mark very cooly, and very smoothly replied,

‘Well, naturally…’

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