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Continue to ChatThen drew shuffles into the dining hall. i drop my toast, and my mouth drifts open. calling him bruised would be an understatement. his face is swollen and purple. he has a split lip and a cut running through his eyebrow. he keeps his eyes down on the way to his table, not even lifting them to look at me. i glance across the room at four. he wears the satisfied smile i wish i had on. - https://www.relicsworld.com/veronica-roth/then-drew-shuffles-into-the-dining-hall-i-drop-my-toast-and-author-veronica-roth