Lunch - Tuesday 7/10

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Guud murneeng stoodents! I epulugeeze-a fur my ebsence-a yesterdey. My fleeght frum Svedee ceme-a in lete-a. Veurd. Ve're-a usooelly oon teeme-a in thet cuoontry.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeseboorgers

-French Fries

-Seled

-Pooddeeng

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John leaned on his left elbow, using his right hand to dip fries in pudding. Hey, they'd accidentally touched on the plate and it tasted good so he tried directly dipping. Between eating pudding fries and drinking water, John relaxed back in his chair and stretched his arms up in the air.

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Whoa, Andrew thought to himself, that was not a normal lunch time maneuver. People don't just stretch like that. Maybe he knew he was being watched. Andrew peered closer. Was that... yes, it looked as though John had definitely dipped his elbow in some pudding.

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John looked at his damp elbow. Great, pudding! He wiped it off with a napkin and resumed eating. Continuing eating, John noticed there weren't many students in the cafeteria. He wondered why Wells was sitting directly behind him and not at one of the other dozen free tables.

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Andrew was wondering if John's hair would be stiff and rigid or fun and springy when he suddenly inhaled a fry down the wrong pipe. After a really loud and forced cough, the fry flew back out and onto the plate. He tried to look nonchalant and took a swig of his drink.

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John heard Wells' cough and couldn't help but look over his shoulder to see if he was okay. John was so prepared for his fourth period boyscouting class.

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As soon as John looked his way, Andrew turned around and looked over his own shoulder seeing if he could locate the source of the mysterious cough. Of course, no one was behind him. He kept looking, totally prepared to shrug in mock confusion if he turned around and John was still staring at him.

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John raised an eyebrow. There wasn't anyone for Wells to be looking at. John didn't get why Wells was avoiding his gaze. Such a strange boy. Maybe he was a demon.

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Andrew turned around to see John with his eyebrow all cocked. How does he do that. Andrew tried to cock his own eyebrow, which just squinched up his face all funny and made his nostrils flare out. Then he remembered to shrug -- hoping John would still buy it after the delay.

He went back to eating his fries. The ones on the opposite side of the plate from the one he had just hacked up.

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Is he having a seizure? John wondered when Wells' face got all squinched up. Assuming food consumption resumption meant Wells wasn't choking, John shook his head and turned back to his own food.

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Andrew breathed a sigh of relief when John finally turned back around. Maybe he should say something... take it to the next level.

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John wondered if Wells was trying to get his attention with the cough. He fought the urge to turn around again and focused on his pudding and fries.

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Andrew thought John cut a nice profile. He wanted to see it again, but without the staring -- from John, that is. He began to sing softly, unsteadily, while munching on fries and looking off into a corner of the room:

Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl.

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John turned his head just barely when he heard what he thought was singing.

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Yep, Andrew thought, a very nice profile.

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John turned back to his food, thinking the singing must've been in his head.