“Those aren’t new,” I told them as we went down a few cement steps. We’d reached the area outside the cafeteria. It was set up like the other courtyard and had metal tables everywhere. Everyone seemed to stay outside even with the overcast sky. The guys stopped at an empty four-sided metal picnic table. The boys sat down, Isaac and Ethan sharing a bench, Miles on the bench to the left of them. “I hate those questions,” I said as I sat down on my own bench next to Isaac. I opened my bag to pull out my lunch. “I can understand why.” Miles' voice was polite while he narrowed his eyes at Ethan.
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