You sit at the lunch table and wear secondhand cargo shorts. The color doesn't matter. Musty is musty, no matter how many times your mom's old laundry machine works to scrub away the backstory of those shorts."Hahaha. No way!" some short, shaggy-haired boy shouts. The other kids join him in a chorus of deafening laughter. From your table, it can be difficult to tell whether the laughter you h...