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Last year in 7th grade me and this girl we were in garden club and we all got to take a break and go inside and cool down because it was really hot outside and we were out there for a long time. We are both in there cooling down then another one of our friends came in to cool down to so we're all just talking and cooling off and we were about to go back outside. As soon as we were getting ready to go back outside then she says hey do yall want a snack and she had three pop tarts in her hand so we took one and we were eating it but she didn't eat hers. So we went back outside finishing up what we had to do because we were about to switch to our next class. The teacher calls both of us to her room and asks us if we had taken a pop tart and

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