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I ate lunch sandwiched between two tables of teenagers.

On my left, two thin white girls sharing a pizza. On my right, two Chinese girls, who were then joined by two Chinese boys.

International school kids.

“We’ve been waiting here for 10 minutes,” one girl said.

The boys didn’t react. One of them took out his phone and started looking at it, barely contributing to the conversation. I recognized this rudeness as the awkwardness of youth.

I considered myself stuffing an entire pizza into my plump self with only a second of embarrassment.

And I pitied these waifs.