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“Ms. Parker,” Mr. Gordon calls. I nod at Christina and

stand to get my book. ґõĂ óüñăă͛ øĂùăĄùþñ ăýùüõă ñĄ ýõ ñă ăøõ ĀąĄă øõĂ òÿÿû ùþ øõĂ òñ÷͞ ÷Ăñò ýĉ 㥹҆͛ øõñôùþ÷ öÿĂ Ąøõ ôÿÿĂ͞ øõ öÿüüÿćă me into the hallway. “Hey, Victoria!” I turn to face her, and we both keep walking. “Do you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch?” she asks. þ ùýñ÷õ ÿö ýõ ăùĄĄùþ÷ ćùĄø Ąøõ ĀĂõĄĄĉ͛ óÿþ҉ôõþĄ͛ ñþô ôõ҉þùĄõüy chatty øĂùăĄùþñ ҏñăøõă ùþ ýĉ ýùþô͞ øõ üõñþă over the lunch table and smiles at me lik