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Don't Give In “Math test?” I questioned, dropping my trey next to my friend Carlson and sliding into the seat beside him. A corndog hung out of his mouth, temporarily forgotten as he scribbled an equation onto the paper before him. Math books and study guides took up more than his fair share of the table, and I shoved one aside to make room for my milk carton.
“Yeah,” he grunted, finally remembering his lunch. He wolfed down most of his corndog and dropped the remainder back on his plate, then returned to his studies.
Assuming I wouldn’t get much of a conversation out of him, I turned to Emma across the ta