Telling Prompt
  School lunches are unbelievably bad.


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  I handed my tray to the lunch lady. She had to tug it from my hand as I gave it a hesitant squeeze as if I rather would've kept it. I peeked over the barrier wall, the stench of greasy heat-lamp food punching me in the face. 'Clink!' She slapped the first green concoction on the plate, sparse pieces of meat floating here and there.  
  "Whoops," She mumbled. "forgot the gloves," she turned around to grab them, her back revealing her free hand picking a wedgie. "You want chicken, or...that stuff?"
  "I'll take the chicken."