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The girl wrote on the lined paper:
I will not cheat in class.
I will not cheat in class.
I will not–
She peaked outside the cubical. Everyone, including Mr. Lee, was gone from the classroom.
She spit in his coffee, then stirred with her finger. She turned to her left.
“I saw!” the boy said, standing in the doorway.
She froze, studying his face, “Go head,” she said. “You next.”
“Why?” he said.
“Cause. It’s fun.”
“But he’ll know.”
“No,” she said, then gestured to the mug, “The spit’ll sink.”
He approached the coffee and looked to the door, then spit in the mug and stirred.
They sat back down.
The boy took his pencil out of his pocket and continued to write on lined paper:
I will not steal cafeteria food.
I will not steal cafeteria food.
I spit in your coffee though. So did she. I like her. But you’re cool. Just don’t tell her I said.
I will not steal cafeteria food.
I will not steal cafeteria food.
Mavthewriter 