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it to my lips, and then set it back in my lap. Minutes pass. I
a lone wooden bench. No Christina asking me why I won’t
of it, a few tumbleweeds—of course, there would be— and
eat lunch with her. No new friends trying to get to know me.
ăùĄ ÿþ Ąøõ òõþóø ñþô ąþćĂñĀ ýĉ Ąąþñ ăñþôćùóø͞ üùґ
wait for the bell to ring, alone. 22
