2 septembre 2026

I Stole My Poor Classmate’s Lunch Every Day to Laugh at Him….

Lighter.

I smirked.

“What’s wrong today?” I said. “Running out of rice?”

For the first time, he tried to pull the bag back.

“Please, Logan,” he said, voice shaking. “Not today.”

That hesitation did something ugly inside me.

I felt powerful.

I shook the bag upside down in front of everyone.

No food fell out.

Just a hard piece of plain bread.

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