"What's your problem?" I finally asked.
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At lunch, I traded my peanut butter and jelly for Valerie's bologna sandwich, and we split the chocolate cupcake my mom gave me.
Before I knew it, John Michael and his no-good friends started laughing and pointing at me. They seemed to be looking at my arms for some unexplained reason. Valerie was as puzzled as I was. We both looked at my arms.
"What's your problem?" I finally asked.
"What's your problem?" I finally asked.