“Astounds you?” Lizzie countered in a sarcastic tone. “Wow. Big word, Gibs. Can you spell that, too?” “You know what?” Tossing his bag over his shoulder, he gave her a look of pure disgust. “Fuck you, Lizzie.” Having said that, Gibsie stalked out of the lunch hall, red-faced and fuming. “Are you happy with yourself?” Johnny asked, glaring at Lizzie. “Did that make you feel good? Belittling him like that?” “He’s a big boy,” Lizzie shot back defensively. “He can take it.” “He’s dyslexic!” Johnny snapped. “And you just made him feel about two feet tall in front of half the school.” Surprise
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