Chapter Thirteen
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Cornflakes were perhaps the worst thing Foley could have grabbed for breakfast. But at the moment, shoveling them mechanically into his mouth was the only action keeping him from completely losing it.
Otto and Awsten were uncharacteristically silent. They’d sat down at opposite ends of the table when they first arrived. Well, technically Awsten sat at his usual spot and Otto went out of his way to sit as far from him as possible. And despite the occasional kicked-puppy looks Awsten kept sending his way, Otto refused to even look at him.
Meanwhile, Ben and Patty, despite sitting right next to each other, were picking at their food with stiff motions. Neither of them were looking at each other, and the tiny amount of space between them might as well have been a deep, wide chasm keeping them apart. It was awkward as hell looking at them.
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