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iOMG Sam's pov AT SCHOOL "Alright!" Carly shouts. She's arranging another arm wrestling contest. "Here we go!" Fredweird pulls out two chairs, placing one on either side of a table. I step forward, readying myself for the match. "Ok, Benson, let's do this thing." I say with my usual attitude. "Just a sec," he says, flinging his jacket away and rolling up his short sleeves, showing off his new rippling muscles. I hear "oo"s and "ya"s from our small audience. I simply roll my eyes. He knows he's going to lose so why make a show of it? He very audibly cracks his neck. "I'm getting bored!" I complain falsely in a sing-song voice. "Sit down