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I purposefully ignore her, instead walking into the kitchen to say hello to Mrs. Martha and grab two plates. I return the dining hall and sit with Ezra near the front, as far away from Rheya as possible. Unfortunately, that meant far away from Maria, too. I desperately needed to get a private chat in with my best friend. I smile at my plate when I see a BLT on toasted sourdough with sweet potato fries and raspberry sauce; a lunch fit for a king in my opinion. Ezra smirks at my admiring face, laughing under his breath. I side-eye him playfully as I bite into my sandwich, savoring the combination of flavors. With everything going on lately, I haven’t eaten many proper meals. “Have you made any head way about that situation?” Ezra asks me, quickly glancing at Rheya. “Yes, and no? We
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