He had to rinse his mouth five or six times before he could even eat a plate of beans without swallowing grit with them. But then, it might _be_ ghosts. In a lull, Augustus cupped his hands and let out a long, loud cry himself. Those boys are bad ones, whoever they are, Augustus said.
If you stay out of it she might, Clara said. He's big and mean, but sooner or later he'll meet somebody bigger and meaner. Are you jealous, or what? Augustus asked. Most of them began to concentrate heavily on the beans in their plates.
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