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“What the hell does... R-O-F-L mean?” Mateo asked, half to himself and half to the other people in the line. His visit to Islesbury had been going swimmingly, but this was possibly a low point. First he forgot his contact lenses at home, and how he’s standing in a line at the grocery store, squinting at his phone, trying to decipher a text from his baseball team’s group chat? If he wasn’t exhausted, he’d probably be deeply embarrassed.
(He was a little embarrassed, but he’d never admit it.)












