[The book is well taken care of, like all of Henry’s belongings. Even though it’s the assigned reading for his class—The Hobbit, declares the title—it looks like new, its spine barely creased. Not even a single, dog-eared page.
His hand, though. He’d prefer to have that back first and worry about the book later.]
I don’t have any lunch money, I used to it buy lunch.
[Obviously. Obviously. Ugly thoughts rise up in his mind, are you stupid?, but he has more sense to bite that back, not let it slip out of his mouth. He has practice.]
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His hand, though. He’d prefer to have that back first and worry about the book later.]
I don’t have any lunch money, I used to it buy lunch.
[Obviously. Obviously. Ugly thoughts rise up in his mind, are you stupid?, but he has more sense to bite that back, not let it slip out of his mouth. He has practice.]