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Weird Lunch
“Well, this is awkward,” Brice joked as he pulled out the chair next to me at lunch. He was implying that it was weird that Ben was on one side of me and he was on the other, but there really wasn’t anything awkward about it. I laughed, and Ben greeted him. It wasn’t Ben who still had a problem with Brice--it was Sam. So when Starla came over to take the final vacant chair at our table, she was forced to sit between Brice and Melanie.
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