Chapter 3

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The lunch room was... not good but still better than my expectations. In the cold damp warehouse room rows and rows of tables and a large buffet. The food was grilled cheese, peas yogurt and milk. And it all tasted like cardboard. Still I try to be grateful no matter what. Remember my house, Brian's house, his car. All teared down and infested with the UC's. At lunch we got to talk and catch up. Like I thought they got a bunk together. Maybe this won't be so bad.

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