French-Frey
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Tyler grabbed his baseball duffel and crammed a piece of toast in his mouth. "Bye merm!" He yelled, muffled by the bread. He quickly slung his bag over his shoulder and lightly jogged out of the door to their apartment. He was late for the city bus - yet again. He got his skateboard from the lawn and managed to get to the bus on time. This was how he maintained appearances - rode the bus, got off two blocks from school, and rode his skateboard the rest of the way.