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sits and takes a napkin and soaks up the milk on his hot dog. Rips open his Crunchits and puts a few in his mouth. The Going-It-Alone Table, he thinks. He swallows and takes a sip of what milk there is left. The Nobody Table. He reaches inside his knapsack and takes out his notebook and a Razor Point extra-fine pen.
    Dear Nobody Table,
    Thanks for being free ’cause I don’t know where else I would have sat. Nearly got tripped by Pete on the way over and now my hot dog is soaked but I don’t mind ’cause I often dunk my toast in my milk anyway so what’s the difference?
    Julie’s looking at me right now and she’s sticking her index finger into her mouth and pretending tothrow up and everyone’s laughing and I guess it is kinda funny because she’s so committed to it.
    Bobby’s smirking at me and miming that he’s masturbating and Kenny’s pretending he’s throwing a snowball and Pete’s nodding and smoothing his almost-a-moustache and Harvey keeps tearing his French fries and I feel like standing up and throwing my tray and saying, All right, I get it, you can STOP NOW! I just won’t look up at anyone from now on, although it’s hard not to when you know you’re being stared at. Oops, just looked up again. I’ll start over. Okay, that’s better.
    So I didn’t get a part in the play and I don’t think I overlooked my name because I stared at the cast list for ages and how long does it take to find your name if it’s written down somewhere? Les’s is there of course ’cause how can it not be seeing as he did a monologue from that American play and he’s been in drama forever and has already started looking into acting schools in Toronto and Montreal when he graduates next year. Paul Stool’s on the list, which is surprising because he’s always got an erection that he hides behind books and lockers and desks and sometimes he just lies there on his stomach and he says it’s so he can rest his back but everyone knows that lying on your stomach does just the opposite. Sharon’s on the list too and I don’t know how she’ll do it without a Snickers. If she’s not eating one she’s dreaming about one or asking for changeso she can buy one from the machine or here in the cafeteria. And she won’t share either, just crams the whole thing in her mouth like it’s oxegen oxygen. Julie’s on the list but she’s not playing the female lead which is another reason she looks so mad, I bet, and you’ll never guess who is. You’ll never be able to, not in a million years. Give up? All right, I’ll tell you. MARJORIE POPE, that’s who. Can you believe it? I didn’t even know she liked drama and I’m pretty sure she’s never been in anything before and it’s not like she says a whole lot so how’s she gonna stand up in front of everyone and say all those lines? Oops, I just looked up again and her ears must be burning because it’s her—
    â€œSince when do you sit here?” Marjorie says. She’s holding a half-eaten apple.
    â€œThere was nowhere else.”
    â€œThis is my spot.”
    â€œIt is?”
    â€œYeah. Today .”
    Wayne closes his notebook and thinks he’s finally come up with a name: The Nobody-Is-Allowed-To-Sit-Here-But-Marjorie Table.
    â€œTomorrow it might be over there,” Marjorie adds, “the next day … somewhere else. Slip in, slip out. That’s how I prefer it.” She glares at him for a long time.
    He starts gathering his things.
    â€œWell … seeing as you’re already here,” she says.
    Wayne lays his tray back down. “Thanks. Appreciate it.”
    She sits opposite him and takes a bite of her apple.
    â€œThat all you’re eating?” Wayne says.
    She doesn’t answer. Just chews.
    â€œIt’s not very much. Want a Crunchit?”
    â€œWhat, that processed