On the third day I stood in the lunch room again staring out at all the tables and all the little groups chatting away, laughing with each other and I thought, fuck it. Why am I standing here like some unpopular loser? I fucking saved the world three times and faced down the devil. I was going to sit where ever the fuck I wanted to. I deliberately picked the table full of football players. Maybe I was just looking for trouble.
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