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victor didn't say anything, though he thought his friend looked pretty strange. they
talked about recent movies, baseball, their parents, and the horrors of picking grapes
in order to buy their fall clothes. picking grapes was like living in siberia, except hot
and more boring
"what classes are you taking? michael said, scowling.
"french. how 'bout you? "
"spanish. i ain't so good at it, even if i'm mexican."
"i'm not either, but i'm better at it than math, that's for sure