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She took her cafeteria tray to a table in the corner, so she could sit by herself. Although she was in two of my classes, I had never made eye contact with the girl. I thought it might be a good idea to break the ice, so I brought my homemade lunch over to her table and sat down, introducing myself.
She flashed a timid smile and told me her name: Sarah. However, she didn't seem like much of a conversationalist. She quickly became absorbed in her lunch, which consisted of two Little Debbie cakes that came neatly wrapped in a clear plastic bubble. There was nothing else on her tray but a carton of milk, which she...
With her dainty fingers, Sarah eased open the plastic wrapper exactly on the seam, taking care not to damage the twin white hexagonal cakes housed inside. Sarah discarded the wrapper and held one of the cakes, which was no larger than the palm of her hand.
With the Little Debbies were freed from their wrapper, Sarah really went to work. She peeled away the outer frosting like an expert, concentrating hard so that it would come off in one piece. Obviously she had done this before. I couldn't help but stare with dumbfounded fascination as she placed each bit of frosting into…
