Megan and Lily stood in front of me in the lunch line, but neither girl cheered for the cafeteria crowd. With arms crossed over her chest, Megan shot seek-and-destroy missiles out of her eyes over Lily's pink lily flower tucked in her hair. Lily planted herself between us like she expected World War III to start in Krapper High School's cafeteria. The nearby table of boys still ogled them, probably hoping their boobs would automatically bungee jump for their enjoyment.

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