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[ncoast9]

I walk into the lunch room, looking at the others talk, eat, and laugh. No one notices I’m there. When I go into the food line, a group of girls knock me over to meet with one of their friends. I get up without help, and notice that chewing gum is stuck on a back pocket of my jeans. Great, this is exactly what I need. My food is the last to be

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[bejaman]

What book is that from.