I cupped my hands around my chocolate milk, fear sparking in my veins as the boy in front of me sbbbbbbbbbooboobboboobccced up his mandarins. "No, not again." ,the girl beside me groaned, turning away in disgust. I smiled. What she didn't know was that I, unlike her, could tolerate this boy's weirdness. In return he tolerated mine. In fact, we did more than tolerate, we embraced it.
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