"Ben?"
"Hm?"
"Why are those boys laughing at you?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Why are you letting them laugh at you?"
"Kate, just leave it. Please."
"Why should I? I don't like them laughing at you."
"It's really not your problem. Please don't get involved."
"Well too bad. Your problems are my problems."
I'm going to give them a piece of my mind if they don't stop.
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