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“Maybe it’s good if it coht,” Edilio said “Maybe we can kill it”

“It knohat poe have,” Astrid said “And it has had so ways to build a body that would be invulnerable”

“Help? Help from who?”

Sa hi,” he said

“Nestor,” Little Pete said

“Try some, dude What are you, three years old?” Antoine tried to pass the joint to Zil Zil waved it off

“I’ve tried it before,” Zil said “I didn’t like it”

“Yeah, right” Antoine took a long pull off the joint and began coughing like he was hacking up a lung He coughed so violently, his knee hit the coffee table and knocked over Zil’s water

“Hey,” Zil yelled

“Oh, sorry, ain

Lance took a hit, led, sled some more

Zil had never had a girlfriend before Girls didn’t like him Not like, like He had never been one of the popular kids

In the old days Zil was e lunches his anic, and always very “green,” with nothing disposable, nothing prepackaged Unfortunately ar dressing for salads, tapenade or hurape leaves

Zil loved hisin one way: he’d finally been able to eat all the cookies and chips he’d wanted He’d even done what his parents would have considered unforgivable: he had eaten meat And he’d liked it

Of course noould give anything to have a gooey wad of hummus and some whole wheat pita bread