"Are you feeling okay, Anthony?" Nora curiously asked. "You seem... different."I was taken aback, although pleasantly so. "Different in a bad way?""No," she replied, showing some intrigue, "it's interesting."That's when the fifth and final member of our group, Brandon, spoke up. "Anthony's just becoming a brother like us," he said, referencing the fact that the other three boys in our group were black whereas Nora and I were not."Oh, shut up," she replied, reaching behind Frank to playfully shove his arm."Next thing you know," Brandon went on, "boy's gonna be six-foot-two, two-twenty-five and ripped from head to toe." We all shared a laugh."I'll believe that when I see it," Frank remarked."Same," Nora added with a grin as she looked over at me. I couldn't help but get the sense that she was getting into me. That or she was just messing with me like she usually did.Then, Josh looked down at his wristwatch. "Looks like lunch is over in a couple of minutes.""Aw, damn," Brandon r
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