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ELLA Lyla spent more time talking to Quincy than me at lunch, and I was actually happy about it. It was like watching a kid get a new shiny toy they wanted to play with all day, and it also meant I could retain my quiet time and just watch everything happening around me. To be fair, she was a better host than I was. When she learned he was a new transfer student, she started explaining how things worked in the school beyond his class schedule. She told him about the cliques, the people he needed to avoid or be wary of; which was funny, because she was always talking about inclusion for everyone, but she was right. That group of people who hung around school selling drugs and never graduating were definitely ones to stay away from. Except, of course, if that was your crowd, then they’

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