During my prep' years and even engineering ones, sophomores nicknamed me Rerouch. According to those people, it was because of:
The mischevious half-smile
The crazy-not-so-well-intentioned stare
I for myself see only one possible resemblance with this machiavellian teenager:
Neither the smile nor the stare, but the capacity to recover quickly from the drastic consequences' of my actions.
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