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“Owen Thurman was talking to you?” Willow asked as we entered the cafeteria. Don’t ask me how the subject came up, I have no clue.
“Well I think so, how many Owens can there be in the school. It’s the one in our math class,” I said helpfully. It’s not like I’d ever paid attention to him before. Why should I start now?
“Wow!” Willow exclaimed. “He hardly talks to anyone. He’s solitary, mysterious... He can brood for forty minutes straight, I’ve clocked him.”
“Is that the bit where he sits around without saying anything?” I asked. Wow, Giles would be impressed. A teenager who can keep his mouth shut for more than ten consecutive minutes? He’d never believe that without documentary evidence.
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