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  es. i 't remember her name, so i
  smiled and nodded as she prattled about tead classes. i didn't
  try to keep up.
  we sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she
  io me. i fot all their names as soohem.
  they seemed impressed by her bravery io me. the boy from
  english, eric, waved at me from across the room.
  it was there, sitting in the lun, trying to make versation with
  seven curiers, that i first saw them.
  they were sitting in the er of the cafeteria, as far away from where
  i sat as possible in the long room. there were five of them. they weren't
  talking, a eating, though they each had a tray of
  untouched food in frohey weren't gawking at me, u
  of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of
  meeting an excessively ied pair of eyes. but it was hese
  things that d held, my attention.
  they didn't look anythihe three boys, one was big — muscled
  like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. aaller,
  leaill musd honey blo was lanky, less
  bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. he was more boyish than the
  others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here
  rather thas.
  the girls were opposites. the tall ouesque. she had a
  beautiful figure, the kind you saw ohe sports illustrated
  swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl arouake a hit on
  her self-esteem just by being in the same room. her hair was golden,
  gently waving to the middle of her back. the shirl ixielike,
  thireme, with small features. her hair black,
  cropped short and pointiion.
  ahey were all exactly alike. every ohem ale,
  the palest of all the students living in this suowhan
  me, the albino. they all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair
  tohey also had dark shadows uhose eyes — purplish, bruiselike
  shadows. as if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost
  d from a brokehough their heir
  features, erfegular.
  but all this is not why i 't look away.
  i stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all
  devastatingly, inhumaiful. they were faever expected to
  see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. or
  painted by an old master as the fa a was hard to decide
  who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfed girl, or the
  bronze-haired boy.
  they were all looking away — away from each other, away from the other
  students, away from anything in particular as far as i could tell. as i
  watched, the small girl rose with her tray — unopened soda, unbitten
  apple — and ith a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a
  runway. i watched, amazed at her lithe dancer's step, till she dumped her
  tray ahrough the back door, faster than i would have thought
  possible. my eyes darted back to the others, who sat ung.
  ”who are they?” i asked the girl from my spanish e i'd
  fotten.
  as she looked up to see who i meant — though already knowing, probably,
  from my tone — suddenly he looked at her, the thihe boyish
  o, perhaps. he looked at my neighbor for just a fra
  of a sed then his dark eyes fliine.
  he looked away quickly, more qui i could, though in a flush of
  embarrassment i dropped my eyes at o brief flash of a glance,
  his faothi was as if she had called his name,
  and he'd looked up in involuntary response, already havio
  answer.
  my neighbled in embarrassment, lookiable like i did.
  ”that's edward a d rosalie ahe one
  who left was ali; they all live together with dr. d his
  wife.” she said this uh.
  i glahe beautiful boy, who was looking at his tray now,
  pig a bagel to pieces with long, pale fingers. his mouth was moving
  very quickly, his perfect lips barely opehree still
  looked away